Bleary and sleep deprived, Dillon opened the door he thought was his own. Except, when he looked up, he found Isabella staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes. He jerked upright, suddenly awake and ashamed. A searing heat crossed his cheeks, but he couldn’t get his feet to back up.
He stood before her, trapped by the beast that had taken control of his lower half. Dillon dared a glance down and heaved a sigh of relief when he found her fully clothed.
“Good morning,” Isabella said, finally.
“Ah, mornin’.” He tried to move. He really did.
The sunlight pouring through her window painted her hair with a golden aura. The freckles along the bridge of her nose and her shoulders seemed to dance with light, like glitter. If she wasn’t a fey creature, then she had to be a witch because she had thoroughly enchanted him.
“Would you like breakfast?” she asked.
I’d like to eat you for breakfast.
He shook himself. “No. I was headed to bed.”
Her lips formed a disappointed pout that sent his stomach plummeting to his feet.
Chapter Nine
Isabella’s mind wandered, mostly over Dillon’s body. She shouldn’t have indulged the thoughts, but she couldn’t seem to extract herself from them. Her gaze slipped down his front, to the small slice of exposed skin from how his shirt lifted over his hips.
Dillon scratched the back of his head and the shirt lifted higher.
She wanted to close the door behind him and pull him inside so she could wrap herself around his body. As much as she told herself there was nothing sexual about the desire to hold him, her mind travelled south.
Were this like one of the romance novels she wrote, he would have swept her into his arms the moment he barged into her room. He would have confessed everything he felt for her and they would have had a happily ever after.
Isabella didn’t get stories like that. Her own life seemed devoid of that fairytale love. Dillon would realize, sooner or later, that she wasn’t worth waiting for. Would it happen when she started growing an unignorable bump? Or when she birthed a child that shared no blood with him?
She knew men didn’t like that. They wanted their women to carry children they made, not the children of others.
Isabella ducked her head. “Well, have a good rest, then.”
“I can eat breakfast,” he said quickly.
Her heart lifted, but as she took him in it became clear that what Dillon really needed was sleep. She took his hand and pulled him further into the room. He reached back, slapping the door shut without taking his eyes off her.
Her heart pattered with excitement, but she didn’t act on the desire warming her core. Instead, she pulled Dillon down onto the bed and curled around him.
“I’m the little spoon?” he asked, almost incredulous.
She pressed her cheek to his back and smiled. “Sometimes what you need is to be the little spoon. Doesn’t matter who you are in the relationship.”
She stroked the shirt hairs growing along his scalp and lowered her hand to run it along the planes of his chest. Dillon relaxed into her. The world shrank to just the two of them and the morning light.
It surprised her that this simple act of cuddling could ease so much of the pain that’d been holding onto her still. She could breathe easier with Dillon in her arms. She only wished she could keep him like this forever.
It seemed as though so much still stood in their way. Not only was there a fight heading their way, but there was still a fight going on inside of her. She would never be the woman he needed so long as she panicked when he tried to protect her. He would never stop doing it. Her humanity and her pregnancy probably made her seem fragile in his eyes.
He squirmed and rolled over, so she did the same. His chest warmed her back as he wound his arm around her middle.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Dillon whispered.
His nose nudged her earlobe and sent a thrill dancing down her spine. She arched into him just as she felt his teeth on her skin. A pleased moan slipped out from between her lips and brought a growl from Dillon.
He gripped her tighter. She could feel his own desire manifested and pressing against her back end. She didn’t hesitate to press into him. His breath warmed the back of her neck. The sensations all made her core throb with a kind of need she’d never experienced before.
Isabella had always thought herself incapable of wanting what men wanted from her. She never wanted to lie down with them. Every time she’d slept with Tommy had been a vain effort to keep him happy.
With Dillon, she ached. She wanted to explore his body and discover all the ways she could bring him to climax. The revelation that she’d never been at fault exhilarated her. A whole new world opened before her and filled her with a new kind of daring.
She took Dillon’s hand and pulled it lower until he found the space between her legs. His growl told her he wanted it, too. He cupped her and sent a spark of pleasure through her core.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, voice low in her ear.
Her throat tightened, every ounce of her body clenched tight because she couldn’t handle the need overtaking her. Surely, he could tell. How could he not? She whimpered with frustration.
“This is better than sleep,” Dillon said as his fingers found their way beneath her shorts. He drew in a sharp breath when he found her bare folds.
“I need to do laundry,” she said in a rush. “Ran out of underwear.”
“So, you can tell me that, but you can’t tell me if you’re ready?”
Though he teased her, he didn’t seem bothered by her silence. He slid his fingers between her folds. The sensation that blossomed around his touch was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. He didn’t plunge inside her immediately. Instead, Dillon took his time building the sensation. He drew circles over her most sensitive spot, sometimes slipping directly over it to bring a gasp out of her.
Just when she had a plea for more on her lips, Dillon explored lower. He found her entrance. She could already feel that she was slicker than she’d ever been before. Tender love and attention made a difference.
He started with a fingertip. She whined and pressed into his hand. He laughed and stopped her with his other hand over her lower stomach. She thought he would call her greedy and pull away altogether, then he filled her. Her core spasmed over his finger.
A finger.
If he could make her feel this with only his hand, then what could he do with his cock?
She barely had time to think because the hand he’d pressed to her stomach dipped lower and into her folds. While he stroked her most sensitive place, his other hand delved in and out of her until she felt like she might shatter.
The pressure built and built, radiating with pleasure. Isabella’s chin quivered. There was a scream inside her, waiting to be unleashed. She finished with him inside her. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. She released a scream that she muffled into her pillow.
Behind her, Dillon chuckled. He sounded satisfied even though she’d done nothing for him. When she tried to twist in his arms and face him so she could repay the favor, he held her so she couldn’t move.
“But I should…” she tried.
He kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to show you that you come first.”