Page 11 of In Hot Water (The Hot Brothers #3)

I lean in and press my lips to the back of her neck, soft as a whisper.

Her skin is warm and still tastes like her perfume.

I trail kisses down to her shoulder, then up behind her ear, nosing aside the hair to nuzzle that freckle.

She hums in her sleep and stretches, rolling onto her side, the sheet dropping away from her chest. Her nipple is just visible in the shadows, and I swear it hardens when my breath ghosts over it.

She mumbles something and buries her face in the pillow. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close, letting my hand rest on the curve of her hip. I feel her heartbeat, slow and steady, and just lie there for a second, soaking it in.

Then I start again, a little more insistent. I kiss the line of her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her throat, the spot behind her ear that makes her shiver even when she’s asleep. She arches into me, her back pressing to my chest, her ass snug against my hard cock.

She starts to wake for real, her breath coming faster. Her eyelids twitch, and then slowly, reluctantly, she peels one eye open. She looks at me over her shoulder, her gaze unfocused, her hair half in her face.

“Mngh,” she says, which is the sexiest greeting I’ve ever gotten.

I smile into her neck. “Morning, gorgeous.”

She grumbles and tries to burrow away, but I hold her tight, trailing my fingers up and down her hip. She’s ticklish, so she squirms and finally gives up, rolling onto her back so she can glare at me without obstruction.

“That’s harassment, you know,” she mumbles, but there’s no heat in it. Her lips curl up at the edges.

I prop myself on one elbow and study her. “You gonna cuff me again?”

She pretends to think about it, eyes closing as she stretches her arms above her head. “Maybe.”

I let my hand drift up to cup her breast, thumb grazing her nipple. “I’m all for it.”

She opens her eyes and looks at me, really looks at me, and there’s something in her gaze I haven’t seen before. Not fear, exactly, but maybe the ghost of it. Like she’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep.

Today, there’s no rush. Her arms come up around my neck, pulling me closer, and when she kisses me back, it’s like she’s trying to brand her name into my mouth.

My hand slides from her breast to her waist, pulling her against me so she can feel exactly how much I want her.

Oh, goddamn, she doesn’t waste a fucking second.

Her hand dives down, and I know she’s on a goddamn mission.

Her fingers wrap around my cock like she’s claiming what’s hers.

And her grip is fucking perfect. It’s just tight enough to make me see stars, but not so much that it hurts.

Okay, maybe it hurts a little, but it’s the kind of pain that makes my dick throb harder.

Her fingers stroke from base to tip in slow, deliberate pulls that have my hips jerking off the mattress.

Fuck, she’s awake now, and it’s like a switch flipped.

Her lips curl into a wicked smirk that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

Her other hand slides up my chest, nails digging into my skin just enough to leave marks, and I’m fucking here for it.

She’s branding me, making sure I remember who owns me. Heart and goddamn soul.

“Fuck—” I groan, gritting my teeth as she twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading my cum.

My hips buck into her fist, desperate for more, but she’s in control here, and she’s not giving me an inch.

She’s got this slow, rhythmic pace that’s driving me insane, her fingers slick with pre-cum as she works me over like I’m her personal fucking toy.

“You like that?” she purrs, her voice low and dripping with fucking sin.

I can barely nod, my throat tight with the need to scream her name.

Her grip tightens just a fraction, and I swear to God, I’m about to lose it.

She’s got this adorable little grin on her face, like she’s enjoying watching me unravel, and Goddamnit, I am unraveling.

My hands claw at the sheets, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she speeds up, her strokes getting harder, faster, until I’m fucking trembling beneath her.

“I said, do you like that?” she repeats, her voice sharp now, demanding an answer. My brain shorts out for a second, and all I can manage is a strangled “Yes,” before she’s leaning in, her breath hot against my ear.

“Good,” she whispers, her teeth nipping at my earlobe as her hand keeps working me over. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Fuck. I could get off from her attitude alone.

And fuck me sideways, she’s nowhere near done with me.

Her free hand trails down my stomach, nails scraping lightly over my skin before she cups my balls, rolling them in her palm like she’s weighing them.

I groan, my hips jerking again, my cock pulsing in her fist like I’m about to explode.

She squeezes just enough to make me whimper, her lips brushing against my neck as she laughs softly.

“Keep it together, big guy,” she teases, her tongue flicking against my skin. “We’re just getting started.”

And then she’s moving, sliding down my body with this predatory grace that has me fucking trembling. Her hand never lets up, stroking me with that same torturous rhythm as she settles between my legs. I can feel her breath against my cock, hot and wet, and I swear to God, I’m about to come undone.

But she doesn’t give me what I want. Her lips brush against the tip, her tongue darting out to taste me, and I fucking lose it, my hips bucking off the bed as she teases me, taking her sweet fucking time.

She’s in no rush, this woman, and it’s driving me insane.

Her mouth hovers just inches away, her breath hot and heavy against my cock, and I’m fucking dying, begging her with every fiber of my being.

“Isla, please,” I choke out, my voice breaking on her name. She laughs softly, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin on the underside of my cock, and I swear to God, I’m about to fucking explode.

“Please what?” she asks, her voice dripping with mock innocence as her tongue flicks out again, teasing me, torturing me.

“Please, just—fuck, just take me already,” I beg, my hands clutching at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

She laughs again, low and throaty, and then finally, finally, she takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me in a tight, wet heat that has me seeing fucking stars.

And that’s when I know I’m fucked—completely, utterly, irreversibly fucked. Because this woman? She owns me heart and soul.