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She lay back on the bed, pulling him above her and wrapping her legs again around his waist.
His eyes were half closed, his mouth open. Isabella felt the tension in her legs around him, wanting to draw them closer, force him inside her. But they held the position, chests heaving. They’d waited so long for this. His eyes found hers as the head of his cock opened her up. He was big, he was so big. He stretched her gently as inch by inch, he moved inside her until she was full, completely and utterly full as she never had been before. He paused and she moaned. Their eyes held until he dropped his mouth to kiss her, using the movement to pull back, almost out, before plunging again, smoother this time, not as hesitant, as her body opened for him and he sank to the hilt. Kneeling between her legs now, he loomed above her, holding her knees in his hands, spreading her wider. She felt him shift position, hitting a new deep as he moved, touching parts of her that had never been touched. Her head rolled on the pillow as he moved one hand between her legs and found her core and rubbed in time, so that the sensation took over, the rub, the fullness, the thrust. Nothing else mattered apart from the feeling between their bodies. The electric charge that pulsed.
‘Look at me,’ he said as she rocked her head back and forth. She opened her eyes in time to see him, his eyes burning.
‘Come with me,’ he said and she felt his pace change, slamming into her with force and ferocity as he strummed her core and held her eyes and then she was arching her back before falling and falling and falling as she heard him cry out her name.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Etienne
Etienne collapsed on top of Isabella, his chest heaving, her arms tender now, stroking his back as they recovered. He rolled to one side to lie flat, letting his breathing settle and calm. She rolled onto her side to follow him, head on his shoulder.
‘We were pretty good at non-sex,’ Isabella said, ‘but we’re even better at the real thing.’
‘I’m going to have to change my karaoke song now,’ Etienne said and she laughed, her breath tickling his skin.
‘I feel like my pink are cheeks,’ she said, putting her hands to her face, and he laughed at her inability to string a sentence together. He had to admit she was flushed, which he hoped was the sign of a good time. He slipped an arm behind her, holding her closer.
‘Never had you down as a cuddler,’ she said.
‘Never been a cuddler– until now.’ He laughed. It was true. He’d rarely stayed the night in the past, not wanting the intimacy of it. But with Isabella, he wanted it all. The waking up together, the saying goodnight. Brushing teeth together in front of the bathroom mirror, watching television on the couch. He wanted to share things with her: his days, their nights, her bed. He wanted to share his life with her.
‘I love you, Bella,’ he said quietly and she lifted her face to look into his eyes as she replied, ‘I love you too, Etienne.’
He kissed her softly and she made a tiny sound of contentment in her throat, which he felt in his mouth and made him smile.
The shout made them both jump, slipping as they were back into desire, the kiss building.
‘Hey, Boss!’ Mile End Mickey shouted from the door in the restaurant that led to the flat. ‘There’s some geezer down here says he’s your brother!’
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Isabella
She could feel the tears in her own eyes as Etienne and his brother hugged for the first time in four years. They didn’t bother with the typical male back slaps and thumps, they just hugged long and hard, eyes shut with emotion. Matched in size and shape as they were, they looked like two jigsaw pieces that mirrored perfectly.
Eventually they broke apart and Alex put out his hand to Etienne, his face serious.
‘Thank you, brother,’ he said, with a slight shake of his head. ‘I’ll pay you back. I mean it.’
Etienne grasped Alex’s hand and shook, slowly.
‘Fox and Walker, yes. Me, no. You’re worth every penny.’
They hugged again and a tear escaped down Isabella’s cheek. She sniffed and brushed it away as Etienne crossed to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
‘Alex, this is Isabella,’ he said, and she loved the pride in his voice. ‘Isabella, this is Alex.’
They appraised each other. Isabella was fascinated at how two people with such a strong resemblance actually had very different individual features. Etienne had the stronger jaw, the darker hair. Alex was fairer and as he smiled at her, she noticed the blue of his eyes, compared to the glint of Etienne’s green.
‘Excuse the pyjamas,’ she said, self-consciously, still wearing shortie PJs with a hoodie of Etienne’s thrown over the top.
‘Sorry to bust in on your Sunday morning,’ Alex said. ‘Lovely to meet you.’
‘You’ll be seeing lots of her,’ Etienne said, pulling her in closer and planting a kiss on the top of her head. ‘You’ll be seeing her every day, I hope.’
Something fluttered in Isabella’s chest. She was still reeling with the events of the last few days. The knowledge that Etienne loved her. The absolutely mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex they’d had. The fact that he wanted her in his life. It was more than she could have hoped for. She wanted to experience things with him for the first time and sing karaoke with him at The Bolthole. She wanted to share things with him, and learn things with him, and cheer from the riverbank when he won next year’s rowing race. She wanted a future with Etienne Martin.
