Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“I mean it, Aspen,” he says, a hard bite in his tone. “He has a fetish for women who appear pure and innocent, and you’ve more than caught his attention. Every time you’ve been here, he’s approached you, and it’ll get to a point where he won’t be so polite about it. You need to keep your wits about you while you’re in here. Don’t open yourself for conversation.”
“I was just being polite—wait,” I say, my brows furrowed as I step through the door of the private room. “How do you know he’s approached me every time?”
“Surveillance footage,” he tells me, pointing out the camera in the corner of the room. “After your first time here, Austin insisted that I delete any evidence of you being here. You caught Ryatt’s eye the second you walked in.”
“Oh, wonderful,” I say as the door closes behind us. “We have a sex tape. Just what I always wanted.”
Izaac rolls his eyes. “Correction. We had a sex tape. It’s gone now. Nobody’s going to see you like that.”
“Damn,” I say with a heavy sigh.
His brows furrow. “Shouldn’t you be thrilled about that?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, technically, yes. But that night was kinda . . . ya know. Would it have been absolutely terrible to watch it? Maybe not.”
Izaac’s gaze darkens, and he reaches for me, spinning me in his arms until my back is against his chest, just as he did the last time we were in here. His lips fall to my neck slowly working up until he reaches the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Would watching us like that have gotten you hot, Aspen?” he asks, his hands brushing across my waist and skimming over my hip, not stopping until he’s reached the hem of my black dress at my inner thigh.
A shiver shoots right down my skin, and my chest heaves with anticipation. “Mm-hmm.”
His lips continue moving across my skin, but I struggle to relax, all too aware that it’s Izaac standing behind me.
God, this was so much easier when I thought I didn’t know him.
“You’re tense,” Izaac murmurs, his fingers brushing across the soft skin of my thighs and sending a wave of goosebumps sailing across my skin. “You’re nervous.”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
“It’s not like we haven’t already done this.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it was you.”
“We can always stop before this gets too far.”
A smirk settles across my face as my hand comes down over his on my thigh, my fingers threading through his as I push my ass back, feeling just how fucking rock hard he is for me. “You and I both know we’re not stopping.”
Izaac groans and grinds against my ass as he brings our joined hands higher up my thigh, making my core pulse with need. “What if I turned out the lights? Would that help? I need you to relax, otherwise, this isn’t going to work.”
I nod. “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”
Izaac’s hands fall away, and he strides across the room. When he reaches the light switch, he turns and meets my gaze before slowly turning the dial and dropping the room into darkness, only he doesn’t completely turn it off like I expected. Instead, he leaves the lights on their lowest setting, just enough for me to make out the striking lines of his strong body, and just like that, my nervousness fades into the abyss, leaving nothing but hungry anticipation.
19
ASPEN
Izaac stands before me, his dark gaze sailing over my body like a starved man about to devour his favorite meal. “What do you want to get out of this, Birdy?”
That word is like lightning straight to my core, and my knees tremble, watching as he slowly begins to circle me, moving behind me as his fingers brush across my skin, making me quiver. “I told you. I want you to teach me everything,” I whisper, feeling my heart beat right out of my chest. “I want to know my limits, what I like and what I don’t. I want to be pushed until I physically can’t take it anymore, but more than that, I want you to make me feel like you did that first time.”
He settles in behind me, taking my waist as his big body seems to crowd me, and when his lips come down on my neck, everything within me melts. “Oh, God,” I breathe as my hand comes down over his, my nails digging into his warm skin.
I’ve always pictured his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, and holy shit, it’s so much better than I could have ever imagined. His every touch is like fire against my body, like electricity pulsing between us, and despite barely having started, I realize just how bad this idea was.
I’ll never come back from this, but I’ll be damned if I ask him to stop.