Page 52 of Sweet Spot

His eyes darted between mine, full of concern. “I won’t. Fuck, Kate.” He pulled me against his bare chest. The contact with his skin sent shockwaves through me and he hissed all over again. Then he cupped my face and tilted it up. His eyes were so full of worry and love that it took my breath away. “I’m not that kind of man. I’m not perfect by a long shot. And I do wear flip flops. But I don’t hurt anyone on purpose, and if I do it by accident, I grovel with the best of them.”

I laughed at his flip flop joke and then sniffled at his honesty. “I know that. I do.”

“You want to know why all those guys you dated were so successful?”

I knew the answer but I wanted to hear Isaac say it. “Why?”

“Because they only care about themselves. I bet you every single one of them has stabbed a friend in the back if it meant getting a leg up. They’re a type. On the surface they seem nice but underneath they’re just greedy, needy assholes trying to make themselves feel good. They don’t think anything of telling you what you want to hear as long as it got them what they wanted: a beautiful woman on their arm. It was never about you, Kate. Forget them.” Anger flashed over his face and his words came out biting at the end. I had no doubt if Garrett walked by Isaac would rip his face off.

“Who?”

His fury vanished in a devastating smile. “Exactly.”

And then he kissed me deep. Intensely but somehow gently at the same time. Like he was being careful with me while needing me at the same time. I explored his back as we kissed, learning the shape and mapping his muscles. There were benefits to dating a former athlete.

“Skin,” I begged. Needed. I grabbed my hem and very clumsily yanked my shirt off.

Isaac’s lips landed on my throat, trailing down my shoulder as he lowered my bra straps and fumbled for the clasp, brushing my fingers away. “I want to.” The clasp sprang free and he placed his hand flat on my back. “Oh fuck.”

I shivered against him. If just touching did this to us…the rest was going to be insane. But I couldn’t think about that. If I did it would scare me. And besides, what I really needed was to get this bra out of the way. I ripped it off and pressed into Isaac, groaning.

He dropped his head onto my shoulder, panting. Big, huge, heaves. And then my face was in his hands again. This time his kiss was rough and a little wild. “I can’t tell you how much I want to be slow and careful. To savor this and make it really good. But damn, Kate. You’re too much. I’m falling apart and we still have our pants on.”

“We have plenty of time for savoring.” I reached for my button and zipper. “Condom?”

“Fuck. Yes.” He ran for the bathroom and stopped on his way back to close the curtains. He froze a few steps away. His whole body trembled. Thanks to his shirtless and almost pantsless state, I could say that with complete confidence. His strong neck and shoulders rippled, the veins popping to the surface the longer he stood there. His arms shook and his chest heaved as he tried and failed to catch his breath. I waited while his eyes moved up my body and finally locked with mine. “You are beautiful and I can’t believe you’re actually, finally, here.” He began to stalk across the remaining space. “So many nights we’ve spent together, but never in the same place.” He jerked me against him and kissed me deep. “Never again.”

I didn’t point out that was impossible. Instead I indulged in the same fantasy of never being without Isaac ever again. “How was your day, Isaac?” I asked just like I did every night over the phone.

“Fucking phenomenal,” he growled, his lips dragging across my skin as he shoved his pants to the ground and ripped open the wrapper.

“Anything in particular make it a good day?”

“I didn’t suck at my job and then my dreams came true.” His hand pressed against my clit. “How about you? How was your day?”

I gripped his shoulders for leverage and gave in to the pleasure. “My day was fine but my night is turning out to be pretty fantastic. I should probably tell you something though.”

“Oh?” He barely seemed to hear me.

I moved my lips to his ear, kissing behind it and lightly tugging on the lobe before whispering, “I’ll be sleeping in a new bed for the next few nights.”

He shuddered and then lowered us onto the bed, his big body hovering over mine. “Right where you belong.”

I pulled him down on top of me and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Too slow.”

“I don’t want to leave you behind.” He kept trying to rub my clit and tease my nipples.

“You don’t need to worry about that. All this build up has its effects on me too.” I might explode without him if he didn’t hurry up.

“Are you sure?” he said even as he moved.

“Absolutely. Trust me.” I knew my body and knew how close I was. It wasn’t unusual for my orgasm to come on fast if I got worked up. Like anyone else, it could take its damn time when I wasn’t worked up, but this was not that kind of time.

“You know you,” he nodded quickly, breathless. “Just be honest, remember? Even with this.”

I rocked up to meet him, more than ready to have this dull ache turn into something much more interesting. Just a little friction. That’s all I needed. I gasped as he entered me. The dull ache turned to a throb. Isaac still moved slowly, his strangled pants filling the air along with my muffled moans. It was a relief to have him fill me, but also an overwhelming explosion of pleasure. I lost control of my body, my muscles locking and twitching as it tried to process what was happening.

“This good?” he croaked.

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