Page 24 of All Mine (The All Mine #1)

Isabella

Isabella closed the door for the flat behind her and leaned back on it. Her legs felt like she’d run a marathon though she’d only walked across the square. She would have put money on the fact that Etienne watched every step. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she left.

What the hell had just happened?

Holding the banister, she pulled herself up the stairs, conscious of the roughness of her breath. Normally she would take them two at a time. Now, her legs shook with each step as she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the bulbs that lit the mirror.

That man.

He’d started off as exactly what she needed tonight.

A pair of ears. A person to talk to. Company.

That’s all she’d gone over there for, wasn’t it?

So how had it gone from a friendly chat to a finger suck in an hour?

Who was this man who thought he could lick her arm, rub her feet or suck her finger whenever he felt like it?

She tore off her sweater and threw it in the wash bin with more force than necessary.

She peeled off her jeans and socks and kicked them into the corner.

The nerve of him.

Even when she told him about her sex ban, it didn’t stop him.

He’d looked her straight in the eye and opened his mouth and.

. . oh God . Her stomach tumbled as she remembered the warm wet of his tongue against her finger, the pressure of his lips.

And him still half smiling. Like the pleasure was all his.

She gripped the enamel of the sink and held on.

He was the cockiest man she’d ever met.

But that thought made her think about his cock and roll her eyes at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She had a feeling he had earned his sexual reputation by being pretty good in bed.

If he could make her feel like this with all her clothes on, then what would it feel like to be naked with him?

Her eyes found her own again in the mirror.

They were wild-looking, dark, her cheeks pink.

She threw her head back in frustration and growled low in her throat.

God, she was horny.

Opening her bathroom drawer, she selected a vibrator– a big one– with him in mind.

The quiet buzz was like the hello of an old friend.

She held it lightly to her chest bone and watched herself.

The white lacy bra and matching knickers she wore would have offered no resistance if he’d wanted to remove them.

She flicked one strap from her shoulder and revealed one of her full breasts, noticing the peak of the nipple tighten as the air in the bathroom touched it.

She cupped herself, letting her fingers run trails around the areola.

Her eyes were darker now and she reached round to release her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

She held the vibrator between them and allowed the hum to throb through her body.

What would he think if he saw her now?

She let her gaze run up and down her body.

The strong arms from physical work in the restaurant.

The slim waist between heavy breasts and rounded hips.

The soft curve of her belly where it disappeared into her underwear.

She focused on the exact place he had put his hand earlier.

Felt his gentle touch. Wished it was still there.

And realised that her vibrator was not going to do the job tonight.

She wanted his hands on her.

She turned the vibrator off and tossed it back into its drawer.

Opening her phone, she scrolled to photos and clicked on ‘most recent’.

There it was. She heard a sound escape her mouth as she looked at the image.

His thumb, almost but not quite touching the top of her pants.

His fingers spanning towards her breasts.

Her own skin felt feverish to the touch when she replaced his hand with hers.

Excruciatingly slowly, as if it was the first time she was being touched by him, she skimmed her hand downwards. She pushed forward involuntarily, wanting more pressure, more contact. Her palm cupped her sex, allowing her fingers to reach beneath her and feel the sodden silk of her underwear.

She looked again at the photo, imagining what Etienne would do next.

She could imagine the green glints of his eyes, the curl of hair at the nape of his neck.

Drawing her hand back up to her stomach, she parted her legs and felt the cool of the air there.

Her fingers eased under her pants, gliding over the soft skin of her until she slid her middle finger between her slick lips.

The heat was intense as she pushed one finger, then two, deep inside her, feeling her eyes close at the same time.

Her body set its own rhythm, moving forwards and back with each thrust. She imagined his fingers moving out and up to massage her clitoris, and jolted with the pleasure of the first circle, her mouth falling open, her knees feeling weak. She was so close.

The speed of her fingers increased, driving a moan from her mouth, and she felt the internal pressure building until she could hear her own breath, ragged and panting as she imagined his fingers on the swollen bud of her body.

She pinched her clitoris once, twice, and then she was clutching the sink, holding on for dear life as she exploded inside.

She opened her eyes in the mirror and saw herself come undone.