Page 155 of Resisting Isaac

“I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs, lips brushing mine. “More than anything, spitfire. Promise me you won’t risk your safety like that ever again.”

I kiss him back like it’s the first time. “I promise, cowboy. Who’d keep you in line if something happened to me?”

“No one would be able to. Probably just go back to my old ways,” he teases with a wink.

That damn wink. Gets me every time.

I pinch his side. Hard. “Like hell. I’d haunt you from the grave,” I tell him. “Besides, you still owe me a wedding. You aren’t getting out of that one.”

“I think Ivy, Sutton, and my mom, our official wedding committee, are having a meeting at the main house as we speak.”

He lifts me onto the counter, dragging his mouth down my throat, hands sliding under my low-cut sweater dress. I help him out by lifting it off and tossing it aside.

“And my sweet girl?”

He smiles that sexy daddy smile I didn’t know he had until our daughter was born. “Sleeping soundly.”

“Then we’re all alone, cowboy.”

“What should we do with all this alone time, spitfire?”

“You still mad at me?” I whisper, breath catching as he slides my lace underwear down my legs.

“I’m furious,” he says, kissing each one of my breasts tenderly before leaning lower. “And I’m about to show you exactly how mad I am.”

His lips find the inside of my thigh, his hands cradling me like I’m made of glass.

His tongue kisses, licks, and teases away every vile thing Diego ever made me feel.

When Isaac makes me come on his tongue, licking and suckling my clit through my orgasm while slowly pumping two thick fingers inside me, Diego’s disgusting words fall away and I’m brand new again.

“That didn’t feel like punishment,” I breathe, still clenching on his hand while coming down from my release.

“That was because I missed you and I was worried.” Heslips his fingers out of me and tosses my body over his shoulder like I’m weightless. Then he slaps my bare ass. Hard enough I can still feel the sting of his handprint when he carries me to our bed.

“I went ahead and got the reins out when you didn’t answer your phone,” he says quietly so as not to disturb our daughter in the next room. “You’re going to have to take your punishment like a good girl, sweetheart. Can you be quiet for me?”

I nod as he tosses me onto our bed.

And I enjoy my punishment from my wild, reckless cowboy, all night long.