Page 76 of Sin With Me

Or maybe it’s because as we continue to stare at each other, his eyes drop to my lips more than once. His hands flex on my hips, sliding up inch by inch until they rest on the narrow dip of my waist, causing me to gasp quietly.

“Eve,” he breathes, his voice near guttural.

Unable to speak, my body sways into his, soaking up the heat emanating from him in brutal waves. His lids are heavy, his muscles bunched. Isaac’s fingertips dig into my soft flesh as a barely audible moan slips from my lips. His Adam’s apple bobs with the force of his swallow.

Wetting my dry lips, I try to force my chaotic mind to focus, searching for something—anything—to say.

But instead, Isaac’s eyes drop to my lips, tracking the movement, and I turn to ash. My fingernails dig into his biceps as my core begins to throb, burning with the thick tension building between us.

It’s crazy.

Absolutely insane.

Forbidden and all sorts of wrong.

But it’s also palpable. Undeniable. The chemistry flaring to life between the two of us is unlike anything I’ve felt in a very long time. It’s something I thought I’d never feel again, and it’s….

Everything.

“You’re home early,” I whisper on a heavy exhale as I desperately try to cling to the last vestiges of my sanity. Isaac’s eyes snap from my lips to my eyes, but he doesn’t release me. If anything, he grips me harder, like the idea of letting me go pisses him off just as much as the idea of staying.

He nods slowly, pulling me in tighter, aligning our bodies entirely. “I missed you,” he rasps.

He missed me?

My body shifts, nerves dancing through me at his words. At his penetrative stare. The tiny hairs on my arms stand up, pricking with the force of unbidden desire that’s sweeping over me in caustic waves. My hips brush against his, and I…I feel him hard between us.

Holy fucking shit.

My eyes widen, but before I can say or do anything stupid like grip his hard cock in my palm, just to be sure, he leans in.

My heartbeat picks up even more until I’m sure he can feel it thudding against his tight, muscular chest. Isaac dips down, his breath wafting across my face with every deep exhale.

By the time he reaches me, I’m vibrating with need.

His soft, firm lips press against my cheek and my eyes flutter closed. Between one breath to another, his lips move from one side of my face to the other.

I tremble in his grasp but don’t dare open my eyes, for fear of breaking this moment before…before–

His lips ghost over the corner of my mouth, and I nearly detonate on impact.

“Eve,” he murmurs again, and I shudder.

Swallowing, I wrap my fingers around his arms, refusing to let him go. My eyes are still closed, knowing the second I open them, this will all disappear.

“Yes?”

Isaac inhales deeply, breathing me in. His lips move with his words, toying with me—drawing me in until I’m unsure where he ends and I begin. I’m ensnared. A mouse in a trap. A fly in a sticky web.

I’m his prey, and God willing, my stepfather is about to devour me.

His voice drops infinitely lower until his words are nothing but a breath between us. “You’ve made a mess of me, sweetheart.”

My mouth gapes in shock at the husky rasp in his barely-there voice. But, once again, he catches me off guard before I can respond. Isaac’s hands slip down my body, but not before he gives my upper thighs a nearly imperceptible squeeze, just below my ass cheeks.

A whimper lodges in my throat, but I swallow it down, forcing my heavy eyes to peel open. Isaac steps back, grinning widely, and offers his hand to me.

“Dance with me, pretty girl.”

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