Chapter 11
Chapter 11:
I didn’t know if I would regret what I was doing, but right now, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The warmth of Isla’s lips was tempting, intoxicating, clouding my senses. as I had always imagined, her lips were soft—so soft it felt like I was drowning in an ocean of the fluffiest vanilla cupcakes imaginable.
My tongue swept over her bottom lip as I deepened the kiss, and I heard her gasp out a low moan. I would do anything to hear that delicious sound again, so I coaxed her lips apart and slipped my tongue inside to taste her. She moaned again and tightened her grip on my shirt.
Fuck. If only she knew what her voice was doing to me right now. If only she knew how much I loved her—how much I wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste every part of her—
“Asher p>
She gasped, pulling her lips away from mine. In a split second, she was on her feet, backing away from me as if I were some predator. Her eyes were wide and wild, their blue fire burning me so deeply the flames reached into my core.
no. This was exactly what I had feared—for her to look at me like that. Like I was the enemy. Like someone unwanted.
“Isla, I… I’m so sorry,” I sputtered, jumping to my feet and reaching out a hand to her, desperate to stop her from withdrawing. “I don’t know what came over me, but I promise it won’t happen ag p>
My words were cut off when she closed the distance and crashed her lips against mine, her hands wrapping tightly around my neck. I didn’t know what was happening, but as her lips moved hard against mine, sucking and pulling, the sensations overtook me. Fire surged through my veins, burning away everything else that didn’t matter.
I loved Isla Monroe, and right now, that was the only thing that mattered. The only thing that made sense.
My hands gripped her thighs, hauling her up, and her legs locked firmly around my waist. Her body was slender and light—the perfect fit. as I had always imagined she would be for me.
Our chests pressed together as we kissed with equal heat and passion. My entire body buzzed, and I never wanted the feeling to end. With Isla’s perfect body in my arms, it felt like I finally had everything I had ever wanted.
I carried her to the sofa and laid her down gently, never breaking our kiss. I wanted her to be comfortable as I explored every part of her, the way I…
had always dreamed about this. her fingers tugging at my hair, sending shivers down my spine and dragging a groan from my throat.
Fuck.
She moaned in response, our kiss drowning out everything else. God, her lips were so damn soft. She tasted faintly of raspberry, and her vanilla scent was intoxicating—so intoxicating it was completely messing with my senses.
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God, I loved her. And I wanted her to be mine.
Her floral dress was pushed down to her waist, giving my hands the freedom to caress her warm, bare thighs. My lips trailed from her mouth to the delicate skin of her neck, nibbling at the small black mark on the right side. She gasped, arching her back off the sofa. I smiled, realizing I’d found one of her sweet spots. My tongue flicked over it again, and she whimpered, shivering beneath me.
Her hands clawed at my back, her fingers digging in as she pressed me closer to her. I groaned against her neck when her thigh brushed over my cock, already straining painfully against my shorts, begging to be freed.
Oh God…
Her thigh brushed over me again, and I moaned louder, wondering how much longer I could endure this exquisite torture.
And then my phone rang, the stupid ringtone piercing through the moment and shattering it into pieces.
I tried to ignore it, but Isla shifted beneath me, her lips leaving mine, her hands pressing lightly against my chest. “Your phone is ringing, Asher. Answer it p>
For once, I didn’t want to listen to her. But the phone kept ringing.
I sat up, adjusted my shirt, and grabbed the phone from where I had tossed it on the table.
The caller ID flashed at me. Mark Davis. One of my business associates, the owner of a real estate corporation in Amsterdam. We had signed an investment deal forty-eight hours ago. Why the hell was he calling me now, of all times?
I picked up the call. “Hey, Mark p>
“Hey, Asher,” he chirped back, his voice so smooth it sounded like he’d been taking choir lessons. “I wanted to let you know that my secretary sent a copy of the documents we signed to your email. I thought I should tell you firsthand. I’m still grateful you made this deal with us, and I’m looking forward to working with you, Asher p>