“I…I’ve never done that.”
Isaiah shut his eyes and whispered, “Good,” before his head disappeared, and my mouth flung open. I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t have time to consider it because the warm heat from his mouth closed in on me, and my hips bucked toward him all on their own. Isaiah’s hands traveled up higher, and I felt the rough way he hooked his fingers into the thin cotton, pulling them down to my ankles and flinging them somewhere into the forest. I couldn’t even care that my underwear was long gone, because all of a sudden, I was in a frenzy. His mouth was hot as he kissed my center again, licking and sucking as his fingers dug into my soft skin.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I was completely and utterly focused on the way that my body was bundling and curling and throbbing.
My attention was pulled away for a brief second as Isaiah’s fingers let up from one of my legs only to prop my calf up onto his shoulder. He popped out of my skirt for a second and peered up at me with a wild and untamed look on his face. “I will never fucking be satisfied again after this. I hope you know that.”
He mumbled something that sounded like, “Only tonight,” but I couldn’t ask him to clarify because he’d dipped underneath my skirt again and sucked me into his mouth so possessively I cried out. My head tipped backward, and my hands wrapped around the rough bark of the tree stump behind me. Isaiah pushed my legs apart even farther, and I was blinded. My eyes shut; my body sagged. The way his warm mouth felt as he kissed me all around was too much. It was as if he was marking me, and I liked it. I felt the shift of his finger as he ran it over my slick seam. The feeling left me breathless, and I burned for more. I needed more. I said that, too.
“Isaiah, more.” My hips rocked, and he growled, his finger finding my center as I cried out.
“Anything for you,” he whispered before sucking me and licking up everything I had to offer. The feeling started to make things tingle, my toes curled against the bott
om of my shoes, and my fingers dug into the bark of the tree so fiercely I thought they might be cut. “Fuck,” he said between licks.
I couldn’t stop spinning. The trees swayed, the breeze blew over us, and the second Isaiah curled his finger and pushed farther into me, I felt the rush. The mind-blowing, soul-shattering, so-bright-the-stars-didn’t-even-match rush. I cried out, not even realizing until later that the sound had come from me. Isaiah sucked and licked as I rode out the most amazing feeling I had ever felt until I was left breathless and sated. At some point, my leg had been lowered to the ground, and a jolt went through me, making Isaiah’s eyes grow dark. He crowded my space as soon as he was off his knees, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his body. I felt his hardness in between us, and my head began to dip down to look at it pressed against my belly, but he caught my chin and shook his head.
“I don’t trust myself.”
My brows crowded, still unable to even form words. My insides felt like jelly, and my heart was hardly back to normal. I still felt the desire flooding through my veins, though. That momentary silence that Isaiah had just given to me was enough to wash every last worrisome thought from my head. He had no idea what he’d just given me.
I went to look down again, eager to give him something back, even if I had no idea what to give, but his grip on my chin grew tighter. “If you so much as look down there, I will rip the rest of your clothes off and fuck you right here, Gemma, and that’s...too much, too fast. That’ll definitely be crossing the line.”
My face flamed, almost embarrassed that I found his words so…inviting. Did I want that? The answer was simple. Yes. I did. And surprisingly enough, it didn’t even scare me. It should have, but it didn’t. Just like it should have scared me when Isaiah said he felt possessive over me, but I kind of felt that way about him too. I had a sudden rush of anger earlier that St. Mary’s had labeled him as such an arrogant, heartless person. That the SMC was giving him so much trouble when they really had no idea what he was up against. What he had been tasked to do. I felt…protective. I’d never felt protective over someone. Not even Tobias. Tobias was always protecting me, not the other way around.
Isaiah gave me a piece of himself earlier. He was completely and utterly bare as his hurt and anger came out in full waves over his little brother. He trusted me enough to talk freely in front of me with his uncle over something so personal.
And there was a hidden part of me that wanted to give him something back.
Especially now.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Isaiah
The last couple of days had been nothing less than torture.
After the bonfire on Monday, and what followed after, all I thought about was putting my mouth on Gemma. Every inch of her skin. I wanted to corrupt her even further. I wanted to get down on my knees, rest them on the dirt-covered floor of the forest, and tongue-fuck her over and over again.
But instead, after I’d handed her back her underwear that I’d found laying several feet from us, I took her right up to her room because she kept giving me those fuck-me eyes that I knew she wasn’t even fully aware of, and if we had stayed put, all alone in that wooded area, I would’ve fucked her. I knew what would have eventually happened, and it just...couldn’t. Not yet. Probably not ever.
When I went back to my room after pulling myself from the girls’ hall, I lay on my bed, waiting for Cade to let me know if Bain had been up to anything during the bonfire, and thought over her words very carefully: Just for tonight.
Deep down, I knew there would be more nights. There had to be, right?
It was inevitable because we both seemed to lose sight of the future when we were together. Fears and worries became distorted.
In fact, my future looked a lot like her, and just before I shut my eyes after still tasting her on my tongue, I told myself no. I told myself that little word over and over again, and it was fine until I saw her the next day.
She didn’t shy away from looking at me like I had suspected she would.
She didn’t avoid me.
In fact, during art, when she’d shifted to stand, pulling her journal tightly to her chest, she peeked over her shoulder at me, showcasing her innocent yet very inviting smile, and my dick hardened.
If Bain hadn’t wandered off last night—just to go in fucking circles again—then during our up-close-and-personal tutoring session, where Gemma’s leg kept brushing along mine after she scolded me for pushing aside my English 4 paper, I would have kissed her. I would have done a lot more than kiss her.
And when I told her I had to go, because of Bain, I saw a flash of something cross her features.