Chosen (Second Sight) Read Free

would kiss away her sadness.
    Her mouth opened to him–an undeniable invitation–and he kissed her deeply. With a bittersweet fervor, his mouth engulfed hers and he crushed her petite body to him. Isabelle clutched his neck and pressed herself hard against him. She lifted herself to her tip toes, her mouth searching, her head tilting one way and then the other, as her tongue wrestled with his. Her breasts pressed into his chest and the small of her back curved beneath his hand.
    From the moment he’d stepped onto the plane, he’d anticipated this moment, able to think of nothing else, as he fought to keep his arousal in check. But now, as Isabelle’s flat abdomen pressed along him, his aching shaft throbbed so hard he thought it might burst. His tongue swept into her mouth. Her hips pivoted against him, rubbing and stroking, stoking his need higher with a need of her own.
    Isabelle was intoxicating, irresistible, and Mac knew he hadn’t just counted the days or even the final hours. He’d waited his entire life for someone like her .
    His mouth devoured her as his fingers grasped her skirt and quickly drew it up to her waist. Her hips pulsed into him as he found the light fabric of her panties. He dragged them down, over her curved hips, past her thighs and let them fall. Slowly but deliberately, he backed toward the couch. He sensed her stepping out of the panties and, as the back of his calves hit the cushion, he quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly, and released his straining member. The bed could wait. Their clothes could wait. But what couldn’t was the need to be with Isabelle.

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    As Mac sat down on the couch, Isabelle steadied herself, hands on his broad shoulders. She straddled his thighs as his hands firmly guided her hips forward. Breathing hard, her heart pounding in her chest, she tried not to rush. But it wasn’t just her body that ached for him. Until she’d seen him sitting on the landing, she hadn’t realized how low she’d been. Everything in her said how right it was to be with him, especially like this.
    As she lowered herself, she felt the tip of his rigid flesh press at her entrance. She sucked in a quick breath and closed her eyes at the incredible sensation. Even though he’d barely nudged inside, a deep shudder vibrated up through her core. The warmth that had already flooded between her legs spread higher. Whether she slid down or he pushed up, Isabelle didn’t know, but as his hot shaft moved deeper, Isabelle gasped and widened her stance to take him in.
    Inch by inch, he began to fill her. The sweet, familiar pressure began to build inside as his thickness spread her ever wider. His molten member rose higher as she bunched his jacket in her fists. Her thighs began to tremble as she struggled against her own resistant flesh, the tightness at her entrance, and her breath came in short, harsh gasps. Her downward glide faltered but, rather than push upward, Mac’s fingers found the button at the top of her blouse.
    She tensed as his fingers grazed her skin and her nipples pushed hard against her bra. As the first button came undone, a coil of anticipation wound tighter in her abdomen. Mac’s fingers quickly moved to the second button and, as he unbuttoned it, her hips pulsed forward and, balancing on her toes, she slid a little lower. His penetration seared into her, the pressure rising, her blood pounding in her ears. Her blouse tugged across her breasts as Mac worked on the third button. Her nipples ached as the fabric teased them and as the third button finally let go, her entire body quivered in anticipation and a low moan escaped her lips. Mac made quick work of the rest of the buttons and spread her shirt open.
    “Yes,” Mac hissed, as the shirt fell from her shoulders to her elbows.  
    He pushed the bra straps down but, rather than unfasten the clasp in back, he peeled the cups down her breasts and bared them.
    Without warning, a deep pang