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trace the tattoo on his shoulder blade with my
fingertip, rinse him thoroughly, and then drop to my knees.
    “Fuck,” he
whispers.
    I grin and
grip the base of his hard cock and tease the tip with my tongue, brushing it
over the slit. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth and twists his
fingers in my hair and I slowly sink over him, taking him as far as I can into
my mouth. I sheathe my teeth in my lips and pull up, sucking hard, and roll my
tongue around the tip.
    Before I
can sink down again, he grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet.
    “Hey, I
wasn’t…”
    “Enough.
You’ll make me come, and I need to be inside you.” He grips my ass in both
hands and lifts me. “Wrap your legs around me.”
    He pushes
me against the tile wall and buries himself inside me as I wrap my legs around
him.
    “Oh, God.”
I push my hands into his hair and hold on for dear life as he slams into me
over and over, like a man possessed. His face is buried in my neck, his
breathing ragged and feral.
    “You feel
so good.” He shakes his head. “So fucking good.”
    I can’t
make myself respond. One of his hands slides from my ass up to my breast. He
pinches and pulls on the nipple, making me cry out.
    “Can’t get
enough of you,” he whispers. He’s pinned me completely to the wall with his
body. My hips are pulsing and rolling with him, meeting his thrusts.
    “God,
Eyes,” I murmur. He lifts his head and looks up at me with raging blue eyes as
he speeds up, grinding harder against my core. “Oh, babe, I’m gonna…”
    “Fuck yes,
come baby.”
    My legs
tighten around him and I let go, fire bursting through me. Isaac thrusts once
more, rocks himself against me, hard, and then buries his face in my neck
again, groaning loudly as he spills himself inside me.
    He holds
me there for a few moments as our breathing calms. He kisses my neck, then my
jaw, and finally my lips, softly and lovingly.
    “I’m not
done,” he whispers. My eyes open wide and I stare at him.
    “You’re
not?”
    “No.” He
runs his fingers down my cheek and sighs. Before I can ask him what he’s
thinking, he says, “But I’m hungry, and we’re going to need our strength.”
     

 
     
     
    Chapter
Six
     
    “Oh,
look!” I turn my phone toward Isaac. “Your mom just sent me a photo of Sophie
napping with your dad.”
    “How many
photos does that make now?” He asks with a chuckle and aims the remote toward
the tv.
    “I don’t
know, about fifty.” I smirk and respond to Gail. “It makes me feel better
knowing that she’s okay. I’m really missing her.”
    “I know,
me too. But are you having fun?”
    “I am.
Thank you.” I smile over at him as he pulls my feet up in his lap. I finish the
sandwich Isaac fixed us for lunch and fire up my Kindle. “Do you care if I read
for a while?”
    “Do you
care if I watch a Statham movie?”
    “Nope.” I
settle back with my book and sigh as Isaac begins to run his thumb up and down
the arch of my foot. “You’re so good at that.”
    “Lots of
practice on my pregnant wife,” he smiles warmly at me.
    “You took
very good care of me when I was pregnant.”
    “It’s my
job to take care of you, baby.” He continues to rub my feet while Jason Statham
drives a car through Paris, and I’m completely content in this moment. I wish
Sophie was here, curled up with us, but I know she’s safe and loved, and I’m
enjoying my husband.
    “Do you
want something to drink?” he asks.
    “Sure,
some tea would be great.”
    “I’ll get
it.” He unfolds himself from the couch and walks into the kitchen to set on a
pot of water.
    “I could
get used to all this spoiling, you know.” I call out to him.
    “You
deserve it. I know that you work hard at home, for me and Soph. You deserve to
be pampered once in a while.”
    And just
like that, I fall in love with him all over again.
    “Have you
been talking to Luke?” I ask.
    “Uh, no,
why?”
    “Because
he’s the over-the-top romantic in this