Page 22 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“Come,” Isabella said, grabbing Christian’s hand and leading him to the large day bed that sat under a pergola next to the pool. “Take off your t-shirt and lie on your stomach.”

Isabella disappeared into the villa. Locating the bathroom, she picked up some of the hotel’s moisturiser. It was expensive and may not be oil, but it would work. Isabella returned, amazed to find Christian lying face down on the bed, as she’d asked. His exposed skin was a smooth, golden brown.

Isabella crawled up onto the bed next to him, drawing her skirt up around her thighs to allow herself some movement. Pouring the moisturiser onto her hands, she warmed it before smoothing it over Christian’s skin and beginning work on his knotted muscles.

“You’re very good at this,” Christian said quietly.

“I live in Thailand, Christian. It’s the best place to get a massage and to learn to massage.” Isabella said, laughing, working her elbow into an incredibly stubborn knot, making Christian groan in a combination of pleasure and pain.

“I wish I could bottle you up,” Christian said, making Isabella’s heart beat a little faster.

Eventually, Isabella slowed her hand movements. She had loosened some of his tension. It would take more than one session to ease his stress.

“There,” she said. “You should survive another meeting.”

Christian rolled over and pushed himself up on one elbow. His gaze locked on hers.

“Thank you,” he said, rolling his shoulders and neck.

Isabella drew in a sharp breath as his hand accidentally touched her leg. She watched in fascination as his pupils dilated.

Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, she swallowed back a moan as Christian’s hand began drawing lazy circles against her exposed skin. Goosebumps broke out over her thigh, tingling pulses dancing along her nerve endings, settling in her core as his hand moved higher. Isabella was not sure who moved first. Their mouths collided, Christian’s tongue tracing the seam of her lip, demanding access, she was happy to give. Isabella let her hands slide up and over his naked chest, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, as she held on for dear life. No one had ever kissed her so thoroughly before.

Christian’s hands wound their way into her hair, dragging her closer, pulling her forward and off her knees until she was lying across him. Their tongues continued to dance as they explored each other’s mouths.

Isabella felt the zip of her dress give. Christian’s hands snaking through the gap, leaving warm trails on her skin. Isabella’s moan of pleasure was all the encouragement Christian needed. Pulling back, he drew the dress over her head, throwing it to one side before taking her now exposed nipple into his mouth, lathering it with his tongue. Isabella cupped the back of his head, her fingers raking through his hair. Her back arched as butterflies erupted in her chest as he sucked and nipped. She’d never felt this turned on.

What was he doing to her? Another groan vibrated through the silence, Isabella unsure where it had come from.

“What are we doing?” she gasped.

“Do you want to stop?” Christian asked, looking up at her through hooded eyes.

“Hell no,” Isabella said, grinning at him, pulling his face to hers.

Christian seemed only happy to oblige as he took control of their kiss.

Isabella’s hands dropped to his trousers, her hand cupping his impressive arousal through the material. It left no doubt in Isabella’s mind their desire was mutual. Christian nipped her bottom lip, making her squeal, before pulling back and kicking off his trousers, freeing himself to her gaze.

Wow, Christian was... She licked her lips as she stared down at him... impressive.

“Like what you see?” Christian asked.

He was a beautiful specimen of a man, and Isabella couldn’t believe her luck. Her six-year hiatus was about to end, with a sex god!

Not waiting for an answer, Christian grabbed her and rolled them. Isabella was now under him, her legs on either side of his hips, her panties the only thing separating their bodies.

“Hmm,” Christian said in appreciation, his forehead resting against hers, as he rubbed himself over her core through the material.

“Who would have thought...” Christian never finished his sentence.

Instead, rotating his hips, the sensation driving her own hips up and off the bed. Isabella’s head fell backwards as pleasure swarmed her system. Christian’s mouth latching onto her exposed throat. It had been way too long, and the feel of Christian’s hips and chest against her skin was almost enough to send her over the edge. May was right. Her battery-operated friend was no match for someone like Christian.

“Stop teasing me,” she groaned. “Show me what you’re made of...”

Christian’s hand snaked between them, sliding down the front of her panties and finding her throbbing centre. She should have felt embarrassed about how much she desired him, but instead... The first touch of his fingers had Isabella bucking off the bed. As if sensing her desperation, Christian dropped featherlight kisses to her lips, soothing her, slowing the pace, and letting her catch her breath.

His fingers once again circled her swollen, wet folds, before sliding one, then two fingers deep inside. Isabella wasn’t the only one to groan as her body welcomed him. Her eyes closed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, sending tiny ripples through her system, her body clenching around the intrusion. She began to move against Christian’s hand, pulling his face to hers, demanding his lips.

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