Page 25 of All Mine (The All Mine #1)

Etienne

Etienne’s bedroom faced directly across the square to Isabella’s flat. He watched the lights go on upstairs and imagined her inside. Turning off his own lights, he stood in the shadows, faced the window and waited, imagining her wandering around, taking off make-up, removing clothes.

She’d surprised him tonight. Firstly, with her honesty about her story. Why she was here. And secondly, by not giving in to him.

It had been the perfect scenario. An empty restaurant, a bed upstairs, a good measure of whisky. And yet she’d still managed to say no to him.

Why she would do it was beyond him. Why deny herself the pleasure?

Her silhouette appeared in the window briefly, tugging the gap in the curtains shut. He hardened at the memory of her stomach under his hand, the way her pulse had fluttered in the skin of her belly beneath his palm.

As Isabella’s flat was plunged into darkness, he wanted to plunge his hands into her pants and feel the silkiness of her.

She might have said no to him tonight, but he could see she was fighting herself on it.

He couldn’t wait for her to give in.

He loosened his jeans and let his cock spring free. Taking his hot, thick shaft in his hands, he thought about how it would feel to have her hands on him. He closed his eyes and stroked the length of himself, imagining her skin on his own.