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He kisses me like he’s never kissed me before, like a man starved for my taste. Like he’ll never get enough. Our tongues frantically collide, desperately exploring each other’s mouths. It’s a hot and heavy embrace that’s full of intensity and mutual understanding. I return his kiss with as much passion, expressing to him that I’ll never give him up. I’ll fight for him—for us—until my very last breath.
As Isaac pulls his torturous lips away from mine, he slows the pace of his frantic pumps. He coerces my eyes to his without a word spilling from his lips. When he gets them, a familiar tightening sensation builds again in my womb, my next orgasm spurred on by the dominant gleam in his beautiful eyes.
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I’ll always be yours.”
His sexy-as-sin growl vibrates through my body, heightening my senses to never-before-reached levels. As his pupils dilate in the most knee-clanging way, a seductive smile stretches across his face. It isn’t a smirk, it’s a genuine smile that wipes away every bad thing that's happened between us the past two weeks.
When a second climax rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in the sky, it is the fight of my life to keep my eyes open, but I do it just because there's nothing more captivating in the world than the strikingly gorgeous face of Isaac Holt in the midst of ecstasy.
CHAPTER24
ISAAC
“Idon't care what you have to do, Regan, I want it squashed.”
Regan sighs down the line. “Okay, I’ll do my best.”
“Good. I won’t be back in town until Monday afternoon, and no cell service from midday, so if you need me, you'll need to contact Hunter or Hugo.”
“I won’t need to see you before then. Unlike you, some of us have an occasional weekend off,” Regan replies brashly. “I’ll meet you at your office Tuesday morning with my findings.”
After finalizing my call, I place my burner cell into the breast pocket of my suit jacket. I’m grateful Catherine insisted she pack me an overnight bag before I left the hospital yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, I would have been left wearing that hideous getup I was prancing around in last night. There’s nothing wrong with gym clothes when you’re at the gym. If you’re not, you have no reason to wear them.
As I pace closer to the open window of Isabelle’s dirty motel room, my gaze catches sight of the sun rising over the flat, barren horizon. The town of Parkerville would be best described as a dump. It’s one main street has more closed shops than open, the land is unusable, and the facilities in the township are less than stellar. I can’t wait to pack up Isabelle and leave this wretched town for good. But first, I need to return with Hugo and Hunter to Megan’s family residence. I don’t know what it is, perhaps intuition, but I can’t shake the feeling there's something more to Megan’s story than what’s been unearthed so far.
My lips curl when the husky mumble of, “What time is it?” comes tumbling out of a mouth that took me to the brink three times last night.
I did have every intention of fucking Isabelle hard and fast so she could get some rest, but she altered the course of my moral compass when she dropped to her knees to devour my cock like she’s never been fed. All my good intentions were left for dead when her velvety tongue licked up the beady drop on my crown.
When I spin around, my eyes widen when they're rewarded with the visual of Isabelle stretching her arms well above her head. Her dynamic stretch has the shirt I discarded on the bathroom floor last night riding up high, exposing inches upon inches of the luscious skin on her smooth thighs. Her hair is a tangled mess, her face is void of makeup, and she looks exhausted, but she's still the most ravishing woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
Her eyes wander over my body before flicking to the alarm clock that displays it's a little after seven o’clock. “Life isn’t fair,” she harrumphs before flopping onto the lumpy mattress that kept me awake half the night. “How come you get to wake up looking like that…” she throws an arm my way, “… and I wake up looking like this?” She gestures her spare hand down her luscious body.
Smirking, I stride toward her. Since the room is so small, it only takes a few lengthened steps to reach her. She’s lying flat on her back with her arm covering her exquisite eyes. The hairs on her arm bristle when I glide my index finger along it. Her mouth curves into a grin before she peers at me from behind her arm.
“Three times in one night still not enough to satisfy your appetite?”
A broad smirk stretches across my face, but I don’t formulate a response to her question. She's acutely aware of my answer as her eyes are locked on the crotch in my trousers, which is struggling to contain my erection. As her teeth munch on her bottom lip, she glances into my eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, Isabelle.” My tone is low and dangerous, revealing how close to the edge I am.
After relinquishing her lip from her gentle nibbles, her tongue darts out to replenish her dry lips. She knows her lips are my eternal weakness, so she's using them to her advantage. Her breathing shallows when I tilt my head closer to her. Her beautiful scent infuses the air, making what I’m about to say ten times harder. “If Hugo weren't outside that door waiting for us, I'd make you pay for that tease.”
When I lick the shell of her ear, a jolt shivers through her body. She sighs when her eyes snap to the open interconnecting door between our room and Hugo’s. I face my second fight this morning when her lower lip drops into a pout. I want to suck it. Taste it.Bite it.
Before I can, Isabelle jumps out of bed and scurries toward the tiny bathroom. “Give me five minutes, then I'll be ready to go.”
Halfway there, she stops, then pivots around to face me. The biggest smile stretches across her adorable face as she rushes back to me. After slapping my cheeks, she stares lovingly into my eyes. “Good morning.”
Any response planning to seep from my lips is halted when she presses her mouth to mine. A warning growl rumbles up my throat when she fails to open her lips at the request of my lashing tongue.
“No,” she murmurs over my mouth. “Or we’ll never leave.”
With that, she spins on her heels and skips to the bathroom.
“Isabelle…” My grumble is rough and sharp, freezing her halfway between me and the bathroom door.
With quaking thighs, she turns around to face me. My lips crimp at her submissiveness. She’s a strong and independent woman, but the instant we step into the bedroom, she surrenders all her power to me. Nothing in the world has made me feel more influential than that. Not takeovers, not business ventures, and not how much capital I have in my bank accounts. Nothing compares to the feeling I get knowing she trusts me enough to relinquish control of her body to me.
