Page 32 of Midnight Secrets

He was…dangerous. He had to be really, really careful here. He had strong hands, he had to be gentle and he didn’t know how to do that so he did the only thing he could. He walked to her bed and lay down on his back, hand out.

“Come to me, Isabel,” he whispered. If she was on top she could maintain some control.

She took his hand and moved to him. He caught one knee and gently lifted it over him. Isabel moved over him, braced herself on her hands, bent her head to his, her hair a soft curtain that closed them off in a private magic kingdom.

Joe stared into her eyes, hands roaming up and down that satiny back.

“I’m not going to last at all the first time,” he whispered. “Just so you know.”

She smiled faintly, bent down farther and kissed him.

Joe pulled his dick away from his belly, positioned it against her opening, wanting so badly to go slow, knowing he wasn’t going to manage it.

“Now, Joe,” Isabel said into his mouth and he thrust upward, hard, spilling as he entered her, his entire body shaking and sweating, coming as hard as a freight train. He jerked and trembled and kissed her and held her tight, completely out of control.

It ended, finally. He gentled his hands, pressed his head back against the pillow, completely ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry, Isabel,” he said, laying a forearm against his eyes. He couldn’t stand to look at her.

“Whoa.” Isabel peeled his forearm away. Smiled into his eyes. “I came, too, didn’t you feel it?”

God no, he’d been too busy living through his own personal earthquake. But he thrust a little in her and she was very wet. Maybe not just from him.

“You did?” His voice was hoarse. She smiled and nodded.

Thank you, God. That was an orgasm he didn’t deserve. Someone up there loved beat-up soldiers.

She was smiling and she wasn’t mad. Another miracle.

Joe was still rock hard. He hadn’t even taken the edge off.

He rolled over, taking her with him and smiled down into her eyes. He moved in her a little, knowing he’d have better control this time.

“And now,” he said, “for my next trick…”

* * *

Isabel woke up smiling.No nightmares. None. Of course Joe had kept her awake most of the night so she hadn’t had time for any REM sleep. Whatever, she felt rested and…happy.

Wow. Happy.

She was lying on a strong, broad chest with a nap of rough curly chest hair. This guy didn’t manscape like everyone she knew. No, it was like resting on a soft carpet over a hard floor. Her ear rested against his chest and she could hear the steady heartbeat. Sixty beats a minute. A beat a second. So steady it felt like a machine that could go on forever.

Well, last night it hadn’t been that steady. After that first wrenching orgasm, Joe had been breathing like a bull and she could see the fast heartbeats throbbing in the veins of his neck. Fast and hard.

Her lips curled at the memory.

Joe’s hand was cupping the back of her head and his hand tightened briefly. “I can hear that smile.”

His voice was so deep, a low rumble in his chest.

The idea of hearing her smile charmed her. “Can you? You have very keen hearing.”

“You have no idea.” He gently pulled her head up until they were staring at each other. “Good morning.”

This morning his face was sheer sex appeal. All of him was, actually. From the sexy smile in a stubbled face, the wide shoulders, the lean muscles, the red-hot heat in his dark eyes, it all spelled sex. Writ large all over him.

Isabel blushed all over as she remembered last night and his eyes grew even darker as he saw her blush. His mouth tilted up on one side. “I love it when you do that.”

Isabel blew her bangs out of her eyes. “What, blush? I should be way beyond blushing. It’s embarrassing.”

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