Page 107 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“Hey,” Christian said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. His lips trailed up her neck, stopping just under her ear. “Are you all packed?” he asked, nipping her earlobe and sending shafts of pleasure straight to her core.

The man was addictive, and he set her body on fire with every touch.

“I am,” Isabella said, swivelling in his arms, her arms snaking up over his shoulders, before her hands buried themselves in his hair. Neither one seemed to want to mention this was her last night. Treating it like a routine business trip made it easier for her. Anything else was simply too painful.

“Then we have the rest of the night?” Christian asked, dropping light kisses at the edge of her mouth. Pulling her into his body. Isabella could not mistake the hard presence of his arousal against her stomach. How would her battery-operated friend ever compete with the likes of Christian Dupree?

She melted against him. She was going to make the most of their last night together. Make memories that would last her lifetime. Neither of them had spoken about what the future might hold, but somehow Isabella didn’t think fleeting weekends would cut it any longer. Now they had both experienced so much more.

Christian’s hands cupped her face, his eyes staring into hers. “I’m going to miss you,” he said, his voice huskier than Isabella had ever heard it before.

She placed a finger on his lips, “Shhh...”

Christian stared at her for a moment longer, before his mouth crashed against hers, a sense of desperation building between them, their tongues duelling, teeth nipping.

Isabella moaned against Christian’s mouth as he deepened the kiss before sweeping her up into his arms and depositing her on the sofa.

“I want to remember you everywhere,” he said, stripping off their clothes until they both lay naked. He was like a marble statue, all muscle and smooth skin. She loved running her hands over his body, and had done since that initial massage, which had started them on this journey together.

“We’ve had sex everywhere in your apartment already,” Isabella gasped as Christian drew her nipple into his mouth before biting down on it.

“That maybe so, but I want to cement those memories, so be prepared for a long night,” he said, kissing his way down her stomach and settling himself between her thighs, the breadth of his shoulders forcing them wider.

“That’s fine... I can sleep on the plane.”

Isabella groaned loudly as his tongue swiped a path through her folds from entrance to clit. Circling and withdrawing until she was a writhing mess beneath him, her fingers locked in his hair.

“Ahhhh,” Isabella screamed as the first orgasm of the night hit her.

Christian refused to let up, continuing his assault on her senses until he had wrung every drop out of her.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Isabella said as she fought to catch her breath, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. She was glad Christian’s penthouse was soundproofed.

“I doubt it. I’m sure you have a few more I can wring out of you before the night is up,” he said, moving up her body and replacing his mouth with his fingers.

Isabella’s already sensitive body clenched around him, her hips moving of their own accord as he slid his fingers in, finding and curling against her most sensitive spot. Christian had learned how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument over the months they had been together, but then so had she.

Isabella’s hand snaked between them, her fingers beginning their own torment of Christian’s body. It was Christian’s turn to gasp, his head dropping back as she pulled back his foreskin and teased his sensitive tip. Two could play at this game. She rolled Christian onto his back. Her eyes locked with his as she lowered her head to take over where her hands had been. She loved watching his eyes shutter as he enjoyed her mouth - this successful and powerful man at her mercy. She would worship him as much as he worshipped her. Isabella shut off her thoughts, enjoying the feel of his warm arousal deep in her mouth. She pulled away, replacing her lips with her hand once again. Straddling his waist, she looked down, her vision cloudy, as she lined Christian up at her entrance, nudging her opening with his tip before sliding home.

Christian leaned up, capturing her face in his hands, wiping her cheeks, smudging the tears she hadn’t realised were falling.

“I love you,” he whispered, capturing her mouth softly with his, drinking in her sobs.

Isabella’s heart stalled at his words. How had this happened?

“I love you too,” she said, melting into his tender kisses.

They continued on, their lower bodies rolling in sync, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing around them as their mouths teased and tormented until Isabella felt the pressure build once more.

“Come with me,” she said, as her body shot over the edge, starbursts flashing in front of her eyes.

Christian didn’t disappoint, his own body shattering as if on cue.

Isabella closed her eyes, a heaviness overtaking her. She was embarrassed about her breakdown. It was not quite the last night she had envisioned. Instead of leaving Christian with memories of her as a sexy siren, she was leaving him with memories of red eyes and puffy cheeks, while she had sobbed her way through their lovemaking. They lay silently on the sofa, still clasped in each other’s arms, Isabella resting her head on Christian’s chest, as he stroked and kissed her hair.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said quietly.

“I know. I am going to miss you too,” Isabella said, resting her chin on his chest and staring up into his pain-filled gaze. “How did we get here? Why does life have to be so hard?”

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