Page 47 of My Horrible Arranged Marriage (Bancroft Billionaire Brothers #20)

MINA

I followed Isaac down the stairs. The air between us was charged. It was so exciting with him. So electric. My body always hummed when I was near him. The connection was undeniable. I had a feeling it would always be like that between us.

We went into his room with Isaac pausing to turn on the sound system that was wired throughout the penthouse. I froze when I heard the song we had finally settled on for our first dance. It was a classic and probably way too old for us, but I loved it.

Etta James. Her smooth vocals filled the air. “At last, my love has come along.”

He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. A shiver ran down my spine. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. I leaned into his touch, craving more. His hand slid down to my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.

“Mina,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with an intensity that took my breath away. “Isaac,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against mine.

I could feel the heat radiating from him.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer as we swayed to the music.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, a collision of need and longing.

His tongue brushed against mine. I moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve. I could feel the hardness of his chest against mine, the strength in his arms as he held me tight.

I melted into him, my body moving in perfect sync with his as we swayed to the music. His hands were warm and steady on my waist, guiding me with a gentleness that made my heart ache. He was a cocky, smug badass, but he was also this tender man.

The soft croon of Etta James wrapped around us like a cocoon, the lyrics weaving through the air and settling deep in my chest.

“At last,” she sang, and I felt the words resonate in my soul.

Isaac’s breath was warm against my neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear.

I shivered, my fingers tightening in his hair.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light of the room.

There was something unspoken there, something heavy and raw that made my stomach flutter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

I smiled, though my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me as he pulled me closer.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

It was strange how something so simple could feel so intimate.

Moving slowly to a song that felt like it was written just for us gave me a feeling of contentment.

His hand slid up my back. I tilted my head up to look at him, and he met my gaze with a softness that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t wait for the rest of our lives together.

His mouth closed over mine again. This time, the kiss was full of promise. Promise of a night that was going to make my toes curl and leave my completely satiated.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull my dress over my head, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my lace underwear.

It was a new set I wore just for him with this in mind.

His eyes raked over me hungrily before he quickly shed his own clothes.

My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him.

The defined muscles of his chest and abs had me gnawing on my lower lip.

I felt a surge of desire that made me weak in the knees.

“Hot damn, Mr. Bancroft,” I teased.

He smirked, that cocky grin I loved and hated in equal measure. “Miss Duvall, you flatter me.”

His hands found my hips, pulling me flush against him. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arched into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he nipped at my skin.

He lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he hovered above me. There was something in his gaze. I’d seen it before. It was raw and unguarded. It made my heart ache.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, my hands cupping his face.

He broke our kiss long enough to pull back and pull off my panties. He tossed them aside before returning to claim my mouth once more. His body rubbed against mine, teasing me to the point I was ready to climax without him ever touching me where my body craved him the most.

As Isaac’s lips slowly trailed down my neck, sending shivers down my spine, I couldn’t help but feel the heat between us intensify.

His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body over and over.

I clung onto him, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, as I arched my back into his touch.

The man knew my body well. Where to scrape his teeth and where to apply just enough pressure.

Our kisses were deep and passionate, filled with hunger and desire. With each passing moment, my body grew more and more aroused, craving his touch in the most intimate places. And then, as if reading my mind, he moved between my legs, his warm breath skating across my sensitive flesh.

I gasped at the sensation, my hips bucking upward into his touch.

He chuckled softly against my skin before removing his lips from my ear to whisper naughty promises of what he intended to do to me.

My heart raced in anticipation as he began to tease and torment my aching core with his fingers.

He was driving me completely mad with need and longing for him.

His fingers dove inside me, finding my hidden treasure and stroking it gently until I was moaning his name.

Then he moved his lips back to my breast, kissing and nipping at my sensitive nipples until I thought I would come apart just from that.

And when he finally positioned himself between my legs, pushing inside me with one smooth thrust, I cried out in pure bliss.

My nails scraped across his back as he filled me completely.

It always took a moment for us both to adjust when we came together like this after being apart for even just a few days.

It felt like coming home after being away too long from someone you love dearly.

Someone who made everything else seem insignificant by comparison.

He began moving slowly at first. Deep thrusts made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. His raw passion ignited an inferno deep within me. Every time he drove into me, he was hitting the sweet spot. I couldn’t help but moan loudly each time he hit it, encouraging him to go harder and deeper.

The sound of our grunts and gasps competed with the sound of a smooth saxophone. He pulled my hips closer with each thrust. It was intense, it was primal, and it was everything I could ever want in a lover.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t. Don’t hold back.”

Isaac’s pace quickened as he neared his climax, his breaths growing ragged against my lips.

My body erupted into bursts of light and electricity.

I could feel his muscles tense beneath my hands as he held on tight to me while losing control.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he cried out my name and went still inside me.

As the aftershocks subsided, Isaac collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “What the hell was that?”

I laughed breathlessly. “I don’t know but I like it. And I want it again.”

“Two minutes,” he gasped.

It was three before he rocked my world again.

Afterward, we lay breathless and grinning like idiots. My body felt like it was still humming, every nerve ending alive and buzzing. Isaac’s hand traced lazy circles on my bare back, his touch sending little shivers through me even though I was already warm from head to toe.

“I’m starving,” I murmured into his chest, my voice muffled but loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through me. “Same. Let’s raid the kitchen.”

We untangled ourselves reluctantly, pulling on whatever clothes were closest. Isaac grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and I slipped into one of his oversized T-shirts that hung down to my thighs. It smelled like him. I couldn’t help but smile as I followed him out of the bedroom.

It was still strange to be parading around with the wall of windows. But no one could see inside. Isaac opened the fridge and started pulling out random things. Cheese, grapes, leftover pasta from who knows when. I hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs lazily.

I popped a grape into my mouth and watched him move around the kitchen.

He grabbed a cutting board and started slicing the cheese.

The muscles in his forearms flexed with each motion.

I couldn’t help but admire the way he looked.

There was something so domestic about this moment, so normal, and yet it felt like the most intimate thing we’d ever done.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Can you blame me?” I shot back, popping another grape into my mouth. “You’re kind of hard to look away from.”

He glanced up at me, his eyes dark and playful. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Duvall.”

“Good to know,” I said, grinning. “Because I plan on flattering you a lot.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” I said, swinging my legs a little faster. “You’re going to be my husband in less than a week. I think it’s my duty to remind you how amazing you are.”

“You’re going to make me blush.”

“Doubtful,” I said, laughing. “But I’ll keep trying.”

He stepped closer to me, his hands resting on either side of my thighs. “You don’t have to try,” he said quietly. “Just being here with you is enough.”

After slicing the cheese, he hopped on the counter beside me. We ate cheese, grapes, and some chips. But as soon as our strength had been replenished, we were heading right back to bed.

“I guess we’re not going to be waiting until after the wedding,” I joked when he pulled the shirt off.

Isaac’s laugh was low and warm as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Who said anything about waiting?” he murmured. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of the T-shirt higher. My breath caught in my throat.

“You’re insatiable,” I teased, though my voice was already breathless.

“Only for you,” he replied, his lips trailing down my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He groaned softly against my skin.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Always,” I whispered back, my hands tangling in his hair as he kissed me deeply.