Defiance (New Adult Romance) (Isaac & Maya)

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the bare skin of my back, leaving a trail of sparks behind it.
    “I’m really skinny,” I confess in a tiny voice as he undoes my bra. “My boobs won’t bounce.”
    “That’s okay, Maya,” he says, his lips dancing around my face. “You know I don’t care about that.” He laughs a little, shaking his head at my skepticism. “Hey, I have a surgical scar on my abs now.”
    “You do?”
    “Yeah, I’m not very happy about it, either,” he grumbles.
    “Can I see it?”
    “Of course.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom and I start from the top, our fingers tickling each other when they meet in the middle. Taking a deep breath, Isaac pulls his shirt apart. For a moment, I’m in awe of how cute his self-conscious face is until I glance down at his stunning chest and abdomen. My entire body gets swept away in its primal response, my breath catching in my throat as my clit starts to throb. This sensation is also impossible to recreate from memory when I’m alone at night.
    But Isaac needs assurance before my lust can be satisfied. I don’t see a scar, so I scoot back on his lap and look further down. It’s not big, but I can see why it worries him because it’s right by his chiseled hip bone on that belt of muscle he knows I love so much.
    “If I didn’t know what it was from, I’d tell you that I like it,” I murmur.
    “Really?”
    “Yeah,” I assure him, running my fingers over the raised line. “It’s sexy. I can’t wait to feel it under my tongue.”
    Isaac groans as I lean forward and kiss him. “Let me see you,” he whispers, but he doesn’t pull my dress down past my shoulders. “Here.” Reaching into the bag beside us, he pulls out a sheet and wraps it around my shoulders. “I thought you might need this.”
    “You brought a sex tent!” I squeal. We used to do this in the car all the time.
    “I did.” Slowly, he pulls the straps of my dress down. The air in here is warm, but I still get goose bumps when it hits my breasts and I can’t open my eyes. But Isaac’s breathing tells me that his arousal just shot up and I feel him get bigger against my thigh, so I peek at him through one eye. “Maya, you are so adorable. Crazy, but completely adorable. You look exactly the same as you did when we met, when I first realized that I’d never get enough of you and I’d never touch anyone else ever again. Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes. Come here.” His hands stay with my face when he first starts kissing me, but before long they’re on my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers as his tongue pushes deeper into my mouth. I moan loudly as the energy surges through my body. I need to feel him inside me, I can’t wait any longer and neither can he.
    “Take your shirt off,” I whine, making him laugh into our kiss. Eyeing me, he does what I ask as I slip my dress over my head, quickly replacing the sheet around my shoulders. The car stops again at a busy intersection. There are so many people everywhere.
    “They can’t see us through the tinting, Rookie. I promise,” he says, his hands sliding up my thighs as my heart pounds. That’s not the reason my breathing is shallow and rapid, but he doesn’t have to know about that just yet. “You got your shot last month, right? I brought condoms just in case.”
    “I got it.”
    I move to climb off him so I can take my panties off, but he pulls me back down. “You aren’t going anywhere.” Isaac rips the flimsy fabric apart above my hip.
    “Hey!”
    “I want you closer, not farther away. Not even for a second,” he insists, tearing the other side and pulling the remnants from between my legs. “I’ll buy you new ones, not that you’ll be needing them for a while.” His fingers waste no time finding my arousal and toying with it until I make another one of those little noises that please him.
    “What if I squirt on your pants?”
    “You certainly will. And I’ll never get them dry cleaned

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