Page 115 of In Harmony

Our lips touched and then clashed together.

Something was different this time. He tasted differently in my mouth and felt differently under my hands as they ran through his hair and down the strong muscles of his back. Our breath rasped in our noses as we kissed and even the air smelled different as every inhale sank down into the warm heavy ache between my legs.

Through my eyelashes, I could see Isaac’s brow furrowed, his face drawn tight with restraint. His hand slipped up my stomach to cup one breast. I moaned and leaned into that touch, shocked at how good and right it felt. We kissed and clutched, the need mounting between us until his hand slipped between my legs. The tiniest brush of his palm and a jolt shot through me.

Isaac broke from the kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said, breathing hard. “It’s just…new. I don’t want to stop. Not entirely.”

“There’s no rush. For anything, Willow.”

“I don’t want to take it easy,” I said, the words tangling in my mouth, suddenly awkward and embarrassed to tell him what I wanted. “I don’t want everything right now but I want… I mean, I need…”

“You need to come.”

A flush of heat swept through me, taken aback at hearing the bold words out loud.

“Yes,” I whispered. Then again, louder. “Yes. Touch me, Isaac.”

His mouth grabbed mine in a hard kiss, deep with a demanding tongue and biting teeth. His hands swept over my breasts, my waist, down around my ass to the backs of my thighs. I said yes to all of it and let out a little moan when he pulled me onto his lap, straddling his legs. I slipped my hand under his shirt, while he laid biting kisses across my neck.

My hands couldn’t get enough. Hard muscle and warm skin and a light smattering of hair over his chest. He let me explore him, all the while the need burned in me like the brightest flame.

My hips rolled and his hands slid up my thighs, his face drawn tight. He gripped my hips as I ground down on the coarse material of his jeans, the hard heat of him straining beneath the zipper.

A deep ache of pleasure was expanding down in my belly. All my senses narrowing to the place where we rubbed together. I sat up, riding him, glorying in the sheer desperation, shamelessly grinding myself against him and it was all perfectly okay. I was safe with Isaac. He wasn’t a shadowy monster. He was flesh and blood beneath me. His eyes locked on mine, his words coaxing me.

“That’s it…”

“Oh God,” I whispered, pleading.

“It’s okay,” he said between gritted teeth. “I want you to.”

“Isaac…”

“I got you… Come for me.”

“I need…more.”

I took his hand from my hip and moved it under my dress, between my legs. I cried out into his mouth when the touch of his fingers reached my panties. The pleasure increasing and expanding as he gently rubbed and stroked me in the exact right place.

“God, baby.” His breath was hot against my ear. “You’re so wet.”

The words sent me over. My body wanted this. I wanted this. The pressure building between my legs surrendered to him and a shockingly powerful wave of heated pleasure rocketed through me. My entire body tensed and tightened. My breath stopped dead in my lungs, then rushed out as the ecstasy flew through me freely, without shame or regret.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, collapsing against his shoulder. “Holy shit, Isaac…”

“Come here.” He pulled me close and I melted into him.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I said, and raised my head. “What about you? Shit, you must think I’m—”

“I don’t think anything,” he said. “I wanted that for you. You looked so beautiful, just now…”

“Oh God,” I said, burying my face against his shoulder. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, baby,” he said, laughing in my hair. “You are so fucking sexy.”

“Six months ago I couldn’t look at myself in a mirror. And now you…”