Page 166 of We Are Yours
It was what we did for each other.
I intended to lie with her and catch up, but the desire I had for her made my balls ache and my cock throb.
I needed to slow down.
She always felt amazing and smelled so damn good. Up until this second, I held on to my restraint, though it was becoming apparent that I wanted her in more ways than just hearing about her day.
There was this buildup.
This hope deep in my bones.
Our flirty banter.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
How easy it was to fall back into this place where the lines were blurred and the future unknown. I didn’t believe in love. Yet with her, it felt like I was.
Claiming her.
Making her mine.
It fucked with my head more than I could have ever imagined.
She’s more than I can ever imagine…
Pussy never meant anything to me. Now Isla, she meant something in every last part of me.
Pressing my forehead on hers, I muttered, “Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now?”
She moaned in response, kissing me.
I kissed her back, whispering, “If I don’t stop…” I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m a selfish asshole, Kitty. I want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone. Especially my brother. I can feel him here between us, although I can’t see him.” Shifting my eyes to hers, I said, “You let me kiss you… You sleep in my arms… We’re… I’m?—”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me make love to you. I?—”
The words barely left my mouth when my bedroom door slammed against the wall, rattling the whole house.
Isla flinched.
I turned…
And the golden boy and lone wolf finally collided.
With his fist to my face.
Isla
I felt him before I ever saw him.
There he was, after a month and a half.
