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11

Isaiah wasn’t sure what had gotten into Cassidy, but he was hard-pressed to resist her. She was ablaze, fire in his arms, and he was tempted. So goddamn tempted.

She tasted sweet, like candy mixed with sin. A taste he was finding himself quickly addicted to.

He liked the fact that she was kissing him, taking the reins, although they both knew he was in total control. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, despite the fact that he’d warned her.

When her lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, Isaiah closed his eyes. “In about two seconds, I’m going to pick you up and carry you into that bathroom. Then I’m going to strip us both naked.” Isaiah cupped the back of her head, holding her close as she continued to trail a blaze of fire over his skin. “At that point, we’re going to get in that shower, and I’m going to fuck you right up against the wall. Is that what you want, Cassidy?”

To his surprise, she pulled back but didn’t try to get away. No, she remained where she was, leaning far enough that she could look into his eyes.

“Yes,” she said firmly, her tone reflecting the heat he could feel radiating from her body. “That’s what I want.”

No one had to tell him twice.

With a surge of adrenaline, Isaiah was out of the chair, Cassidy still in his arms. With ease, he carried her into the bathroom and kicked the door shut.

After turning on the water so it had time to warm, he did exactly as he’d promised, stripping them both, never taking his hands off Cassidy for longer than a second. Luckily, he managed to think of their safety, retrieving a condom from his wallet and tossing it on the counter within reach.

Beneath that tank top and shorts, she was perfection. Her smooth, creamy skin was flushed with desire, her eyes glazed with passion. And she seemed as desperate to touch him as he was to touch her.

“Cassidy.” He breathed her name as he cupped her head, pulling her lips back to his.

“No more warnings,” she whispered, taking the reins once again as she pulled him into the shower with her.

The hot water cascaded over them while Isaiah filled his palms with her breasts, squeezing gently until she moaned. He continued to thrust his tongue into her mouth while he pressed her against the tiled wall, unable to get enough of her. His cock ached, throbbing painfully between them as he anticipated burying himself inside her, lodging himself deep until she was crying out his name in ecstasy.

When her fingers wrapped around his erection, he nearly swallowed his tongue. It was heaven and hell combined, so damn perfect but not nearly enough to satisfy him.

“Stroke me,” he growled, nipping her bottom lip.

Cassidy did as he asked, her soft fingers wrapping around him, gliding up and down with just enough pressure to make his eyes cross. Pulling back from her, he glanced down between their bodies, watching her as she jacked his dick.

“You like that?” she asked, an innocence in her tone that caused more of his blood to pool south.

“Yeah,” he muttered, lifting his eyes to meet hers briefly. “Fuck yeah.”

Closing his eyes, he allowed the sensation to overwhelm him. It’d been a long damn time since he’d merely basked in the pleasure of a woman. Generally he would give in to sate the urge, but with Cassidy … for some reason, he wanted more from her. He didn’t want it to end.

And that made no fucking sense.

When the pleasure became too much, nearly sending him over the edge before he was ready, Isaiah gripped her wrist, stilling her. Her eyes widened as she peered up at him.

Wanting to taste her, to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him, Isaiah went to his knees in front of her. “Put your leg on my shoulder,” he instructed.

She clutched his hair as she lifted her leg, propping herself up and open to his hungry gaze. Using his fingers, he separated her soft pink folds, admiring her momentarily before he leaned forward and slid his tongue through her slickness.

“Isaiah!”

Cassidy’s cry spurred him on. Isaiah forced his tongue into her tight entrance, a burst of pain igniting in his spine when she gripped his hair tightly.

“Isaiah! I… Oh… Please don’t stop!”

Using his tongue to tease her clit, Isaiah thrust one finger inside her, fucking her gently. She was so tight, so wet.

He wanted her to come all over his fucking tongue.

He held her upright, allowing her to ride his fingers while he sucked her clit, flicking the engorged bundle of nerves with his tongue until she was panting and moaning, begging him to send her over.

When Cassidy came … he was awestruck. He’d never seen anything more beautiful than this woman in the throes of an intense orgasm. She was mesmerizing.

And clearly eager for more.

She gripped his arms, pulling him until he was forced to get back to his feet.

“Condom,” she said, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth to hers.

After kissing her briefly, he turned, fumbled outside the shower for the condom he’d placed there. Once he retrieved it, he didn’t waste time. Within seconds he was sheathed.

Cassidy was trembling as she desperately tried to climb his body. Knowing she would rob him of his strength the instant his dick slid inside her, Isaiah opted to sit on the marble ledge, dragging her with him.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

She turned to face away from him, and Isaiah pulled her down onto his lap, easing his cock inside her as she situated herself, her legs spread wide.

“Fuck,” he groaned when her body sheathed him, pulling him in deep.

Cassidy’s hand came around, pulling his head forward so that they were cheek to cheek. She turned her head back so that he could meet her mouth.

Thrusting his tongue inside, he inhaled her moans as he filled her pussy with his cock. With one hand on her hip, guiding her up and down on him, impaling her over and over, unable to go slow, Isaiah used his other hand to tease her clit.

“More,” she pleaded. “Harder.”

Isaiah broke the kiss, nipping her shoulder with his teeth as he thrust his hips upward, driving into her, his thighs burning from the effort, but it was so fucking worth it.

“Cass,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Cassidy moved, closing her legs, which locked her muscles along his shaft, driving him to the precipice almost instantly. Restraining himself, he managed to hold off by stilling her. He wasn’t ready to come. Not yet. The pleasure was more than he’d bargained for, and he never wanted it to end.

“Stand up,” he insisted, guiding her up with his hips and his hands until he was standing behind her.

Planting his palm on her back, he urged her forward. “Put your hands on the wall.”

When she did, Isaiah gripped her hips again and began pounding inside her, watching as the water sprayed down on her slender back, her coppery hair dark as it hung down over her shoulders.

“I want you to come for me, Cass. And when you do, I want you to say my name.”

Cassidy moaned.

“Hear me?” he asked when she didn’t respond.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, slamming her hips back against him, forcing him deeper.

With a slight adjustment, Isaiah changed the angle, fucking her hard and fast. He needed her to come before he did, but at the rate they were going, he wasn’t sure that was possible.

She’d done something to him, affected him in a way he hadn’t expected, and unlike with any woman who’d come before her, Isaiah wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of Cassidy Owens.

“Isaiah! Oh, God. I’m …”

Her body tightened around him, and then she screamed, his name tumbling from her lips, pulling his release from him.

“Fuck, baby.” His guttural roar echoed in the bathroom, but he didn’t care.

And just as he’d expected, he was sated in a way he’d never experienced before.

But no matter how good it was, he wasn’t sure it would last long.

Which meant he needed to get her out of that shower as fast as possible.

12

Feeling completely boneless, Cassidy allowed Isaiah to wash her after they… She wasn’t even sure what to call what they’d just done. Making love? Fucking? Water sports?

It wasn’t that she was naïve and thought that whenever a man and a woman came together in such an explosive way it was making love, but for her, there was something … special about what had just happened between her and Isaiah.

Whether he felt the same, she didn’t know, and she certainly didn’t have any plans to ask him.

Instead, she caught her breath while he tended to her every need. Once they were both clean, Isaiah wrapped her in a giant, fluffy navy blue towel and helped her out of the shower.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he told her.

Glancing down at herself, Cassidy smiled. “I’m not sure I’m dressed for the occasion.”

“I’ve got a private elevator,” he informed her, tucking his own towel around his narrow hips.

Cassidy’s gaze locked on that sexy V that formed beneath his washboard abs.

The man truly was an amazing specimen. With clothes, he was stunning; without … well, without clothes, he was sexy as hell.

As though he were reading her mind, Isaiah grinned and pulled her in close.

“Think you can refrain until we’re in bed?”

Cassidy nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood her cheeks. Ogling a naked man wasn’t something she’d done before. Turned out that Isaiah brought out a side of her that she hadn’t known even existed. He made her want to get in tune with her baser urges, her carnal fantasies.

And it wasn’t helping that he was practically naked and touching her.

Isaiah chuckled as he took her hand and led her back into his office. He moved across the room to what appeared to be a wall but turned out to be a well-hidden elevator door. Within minutes, they were back in his penthouse. More accurately, they were in his bed.

Without warning, Isaiah tugged her towel loose and tossed it on the floor along with his. In one quick move, Cassidy found herself flat on her back with Isaiah’s warm weight hovering above her.

His mouth found hers, and an involuntary moan escaped her. She couldn’t help herself. Isaiah Fontenot was the best kisser in the entire world. She’d never kissed a man who could so easily control the kiss, making her want more, with just his lips and tongue.

“I need to taste you again,” he grumbled, the vibration from his chest making her nipples harden.

“If you’re looking for me to stop you, it won’t happen,” she retorted playfully.

“Good,” he said, meeting her gaze. “Put your hands on the headboard. And don’t move them.”

Cassidy did as instructed, grabbing the wooden headboard with her fingertips while Isaiah’s mouth trailed over her jaw, her neck, her chest.

When he stopped over her breast, his tongue slid sensually over her nipple as she watched. He blew against her skin, sending a delightful shiver dancing down her spine. Her sex clenched and her body ached for him.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

Isaiah’s smirk was devastating.

But it left as quickly as it’d come, and the next thing Cassidy knew, Isaiah sucked her nipple into his mouth, using his teeth and tongue to tease and torment her until she was squirming beneath him, desperately trying to get closer.

She barely managed to catch her breath when he switched to her other nipple, his fingers joining in the mix as he teased her clit with his thumb.

“Isaiah. Oh, please. Please!”

“Please, what?”

“Make me come.”

“With my fingers? Or my mouth?”

She didn’t care, as long as she reached that pinnacle that was just out of reach.

“Everything,” she responded.

Another chuckle rumbled from him, and then Isaiah moved lower, his tongue gliding over her skin, then zeroing in right where she needed him most. Without fanfare, Isaiah flicked her clit relentlessly, driving her crazy as her orgasm built, starting in her core and radiating outward right before it … exploded!

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

Before she came back to herself, Isaiah was hovering over her once more, his thick erection, sheathed in a condom he’d miraculously produced, prodding at her opening. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Cassidy released the headboard, gripped his ass, and pulled him forward until he was seated inside her, filling her completely.

He stretched her deliciously, his mouth settling over hers.

And then the intensity shifted, turning into something much more passionate, deeper than anything she’d ever felt. He was moving languorously, sliding in deep and retreating, lighting up every sensitive nerve ending along the way.

Being with him was perfection, and Cassidy never wanted it to end. She wanted to ride the wave of ecstasy for as long as possible.

Isaiah’s arm slid beneath her, holding her tight to his chest as he rolled them, effectively placing Cassidy on top of him. The change in angle sent a shiver down her spine.

“Ride me,” he instructed, that no-nonsense tone causing her muscles to spasm, tightening around his cock lodged deep inside her.

Sitting up, Cassidy placed her hands on Isaiah’s chest, sliding her fingers through the soft, dark hair as she rocked her hips, taking the reins and fucking him as slowly as he’d been fucking her. Their eyes met, locked as she continued to control their pleasure.

“So beautiful,” Isaiah whispered, his voice raspy with desire.

It sent a surge of feminine power through her that caught her off guard.

Yes, there was something uniquely different about this man. She’d known him for less than a full day, and yet Cassidy wanted so many more days with him. Days she would use to explore whatever this was between them.

Hell, if she didn’t know better, she’d think she could possibly fall in love with him.

Just sex. Sex doesn’t equal love.

Shaking off the thought, Cassidy lost herself in the moment, giving in to the fantasy that this could potentially be more than that. More than just sex.

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