Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
He turned, and it took everything I had to tear my gaze away from the condoms. Isaac's lips remained neutral, but I didn’t miss the amusement and sheer confidence in his dark eyes. His gaze shifted behind him for a second as if he did not know what I was looking at.
“You’re not using those on me,” I said with a frog in my throat when he brought his attention back to me.
“They go on me, not you.”
I shot him a sarcastic look, which I regretted instantly. It fed his need to push my boundaries as he leaned down again.
“Isaac—”
He kissed me, and I had no choice but to let him since I couldn’t stop him with my hands. Well, I didn’t have to kiss him back, but I did.
“Isaac …” I sucked at piecing together a believable protest when he kissed his way down my neck. “My nails …”
“Then don’t touch me,” he said, cupping the back of my neck as he guided me onto my back.
I was helpless while holding my hands away from him and the bed.
He unbuttoned the front of my dress so slowly that I thought my heart thrashing around in my chest might break a few ribs.
“W-what are you”—I was so breathy—“doing?”
“I’m going to make you come.” He slid my bra up my chest, releasing one breast and then the other. When his gaze found mine, he smirked.
Yes, both nipples look similar.
My breath caught when he sucked my nipple into his mouth while his hand squeezed my other breast. With my arms out to the side to protect my nails, I had no choice but to arch my back and let him have his way with me. I squirmed a little more with every kiss, panting tiny breaths.
He stood, gazing through hooded eyes at my dress completely open and my breasts on full display. I couldn't read his expression, but he focused intently, as if the wheels were spinning. And that thingy in his briefs was huge and stiff-looking.
Grabbing the back of my knees, he guided my feet to the edge of the bed and skated his calloused hands along my legs to the waist of my underwear, bringing his gaze to mine, silently requesting permission.
Nope.
I couldn’t let him take off my underwear in broad daylight and stare at my girly parts, spread wide for his inspection.
I rolled my head from side to side.
He twisted his lips, and then he wet them while bending down to kiss me again.
An all-consuming kiss with one hand on the mattress next to my head and his other hand on my hip, inching its way between my legs, fingertips teasing me over my underwear.
Why did I paint my nails? I felt bound to the bed unless I wanted to ruin the polish. Isaac knew what he was doing. And he did it so very well. He hooked two fingers into the crotch and pulled the cotton aside.
“Oh God …” I jumped, breaking the kiss.
My mind reeled. I was using the Lord’s name in vain, but I couldn’t focus on asking for forgiveness yet, so I added it to the long mental list of things I’d need to pray about later.
Isaac’s lips twitched as his face hovered over mine, watching me lose my ever-loving mind. He took his time like his fingers needed the lay of the land, and every second was delicious torture.
He said nothing, content watching me react to his touch. When his fingers grazed my clit, it made my hips jerk, and my eyelids felt heavy.
“Fuck … I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he whispered, slowly pushing a finger inside me.
My breaths fell from my lips like they did twenty minutes into a cardio workout.
He pulled it out and nearly made me orgasm by rubbing my clit, but then he slid inside of me again, but this time, it was two fingers.
After I released a moan, his mouth crashed to mine like he was teetering on the edge of control. With his two fingers sliding in and out of me and the pad of his thumb rubbing my clit, I orgasmed. My heels dug into the mattress to lift my pelvis, grinding into his hand as my mouth fell open and my neck twisted to the side.
My blurry vision refocused, landing on my pretty nails, which survived without a smudge. Before I could formulate a coherent thought that didn’t involve how shocked I was that my nails were safe, Isaac had my bra back in its place and was buttoning my dress.
The patience he showed while piecing me back together made my heart ache. I agreed to the trip to fulfill one of my dreams of visiting Nashville. Falling for my boyfriend’s brother wasn’t part of the plan.
Ex-boyfriend.
Pressing the heels of my hands to the mattress, I sat up as he finished the last button, and I stared at the strip of condoms on his bed by the bag. This time, he didn’t need to follow my gaze to see what had ensnared my attention.