Page 69 of Night and Day
His phone screen lit up, and he grabbed it off the nightstand. The message in his inbox informed him Mia’s passport was ready for picking up. They’d have to do that on the way. He’d planned a trip for the last day, hoping to distract them both from the upcoming farewells.
Mia stirred and Izzy lay back on the bed, locking her under his arm. She was still here, still with him, and he desperately wanted to stop time. If he had any hope of Mia ever returning to him, he had to keep his possessive urges under control and focus on creating beautiful memories together. Like the ones they’d made last night.
The moments of passion flashed behind his eyes and he smiled to himself. He hadn’t been with many women, and it had been such a long time those experiences had probably expired along with his condoms. Nobody came close to this woman. For such a tiny thing with an innocent fairy face, she brimmed with fire. Just thinking of the noises she’d made had him instantly hard, and he snuggled closer, unable to stop himself.
Mia responded with a moan, arching her back to offer her perfect, round butt cheeks to him. Izzy didn’t need more encouragement. He nuzzled between her thighs, groaning as he encountered signs of her arousal. Mia turned around, her huge eyes blinking at him. “I had a dream about the cave.”
“Really? What happened?”
A blush rose to her cheeks. “We had sex against those rocks. What were they called?”
“You mean I fucked you against the invaluable, incredibly fragile stalactite that’s formed over millions of years?”
Her face was now crimson. “That’s probably the naughtiest dream I’ve ever had.”
“I agree,” he said, his hands hungrily peeling off the sheet and exploring her body, desperate to memorise every inch of her. “Now tell me exactly what I was doing so that I can recreate the scene. Where was my hand? Here?” He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, searching for that slickness that lit a fire in his gut. He loved the thought of owning her dreams, being the one to make her come even when they were asleep. This was too good. There had to be a catch. Surely, the sky was about to fall on him at any moment, to restore the balance in the universe.
“Yes. There. Don’t stop.” She writhed against him. “Izzy. Isaiah. Can I call you that? I really like how it sounds.”
Izzy pulled a face. “It makes me feel like I’m at school and being scolded, but sure. You can scold me any time.”
“I would, but I have no complaints,” she panted in his ear.
“So you enjoyed last night?” He couldn’t help asking, his fingers working lazy circles between her legs.
When she opened her eyes at him, he saw the need, but also a film of tears, out of place, like a mist of rain on a sunny day. “I’ve never felt like that. Ever.”
“Me neither,” Izzy confessed. “I’m not sure how I’ll survive on my own anymore. I had my routines and I thought I was okay, but now the thought of going back to just this life, in this basement, without you...”
Her fingers closed over his hard-on. “Don’t go down that road. We can’t. It’ll ruin the last day.”
She was right. Izzy took a breath, focusing on the delicious sensation of her hand, and soon he could think of nothing else. She grabbed a condom off the night stand and rolled it over him, then pulled him on top of her, urging him to take her. He gave in, driving into her, relishing every moan from her lips. She wrapped her legs around him, smiled and bit her lower lip, nudging him to roll over. Once on top, she moved with abandon, her breath coming in gasps as she rocked against him. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Izzy held on, watching her without blinking until her body trembled and eyelids fluttered, her body swept into a powerful release. Izzy tried to hold back, but as her inner walls tightened around him and a low moan rose from her throat, he gave up the fight.
No. He’d never come back from this. If she left, she’d travel away with his heart. He was in deep trouble.
Her head dropped against his chest and he kissed her hair, feeling safe, satisfied, terrified. He had to stop thinking about tomorrow. Whatever happened, Mia deserved better than his insecurities for her last twenty-four hours.
