Take Me: Part 3 (Power Play #3) (7 page)

A low growl rumbles through his chest.

“I need to have you right now.”

“You can have me when I say you can,” I tease.

“You forget, it’s Date Number 2, and I’m calling the shots.”

My hand twists the tie into an even tighter little ball as I cinch him close to me again, fixing him with a heated look.

“You’ve called enough shots for a little while, now it’s my turn.”

I don’t give him time to respond before I release the tie and push him back on the bed. The look on his face is priceless as I grind my hips even harder into his thickness. I’m already so wet that the soft fabric of the panties is getting damp, too. It gets worse with every slight movement I make.

“You can’t make me wait any longer. It’s torture.”

A thin smile tugs at the corners of my lips, but I don’t say anything.

Spreading my legs even wider, I tilt backwards until I rest my palms on the bed. If I hadn’t been doing yoga a lot lately I would probably fall off the edge of the bed. Isaac’s cock is twitching and pressing into me as he slides his hands up my thighs. His hips buck against mine. I’m filled with more and more desire with each thrust he gives me.

I want him so bad I can barely handle it. But I don’t want to rush it. I want to take my time. I want to savor every possible second I can with the Sexy Brit, because I’m all too aware that it won’t last forever. I wish there was a way to make it even more special than it already is, but I can’t think of anything possibly more magical than what we already have.

A tiny moan escapes his lips, driving me to press my hips even harder into him. I want to hear more sounds like that coming from him. I want to hear so much more coming from him. I want to know that I make him feel even half of what he makes me feel.

“Jesus, Hannah.”

I press into him even harder, twisting my hips in tiny circles against his bulge.

“I can’t take it anymore!”

Isaac’s strong hands clamp down around my tiny waist as he sits up. He’s all but throwing me around as he rolls me off of him. I let out a little laugh as I land with my back on the mattress. He’s hovering over me, a deep growl rolling through his chest as he gives me a heated look. His hands waste no time in ripping the disarrayed tie from around his neck. He unclasps the top two buttons of his shirt before ripping it open the rest of the way, revealing his defined, muscular chest beneath it. There’s a series of tiny pops as each of the buttons breaks and goes scattering throughout the room.
 

I bite my lip as my eyes take all of his hunky, rugged frame in. It looks like every one of his muscles is tensed and ready to burst. The bulge between his legs is immense as it presses against his expensive slacks. The leather of his belt makes a distinct noise when he jerks it free from around his waist.

His gray eyes are locked on me the whole time. His intense stare makes me squirm. It feels like everything is happening in slow motion. Isaac slowly reaches down and pulls his cock from inside his pants. His big hand wraps around it as he holds it up for me to see.

“I thought you couldn’t take it anymore?” I ask, wondering why he hasn’t taken me yet.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, holding his cock up for me to see more plainly.

I jerk my head in a tight nod.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You want this cock all for yourself, don’t you?”

I jerk my head again.

“You think you can handle everything that comes with it?”

“I can handle whatever you can give me.”

I squirm beneath him again, the drawn out wait beginning to torture my every sensation. He holds me in his gaze for a while longer before he reaches down and gently pulls the lace panties off of me. As he tosses them to the side, he looks down and admires my completely exposed center. I squirm again, feeling helpless against whatever he wants to do to me.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says.

And with that, Isaac grabs his cock and buries it deep inside of me. I’m so wet, already, that my folds offer no resistance to his enormity. I let out a sharp gasp as I feel him plunge deeply into me. The pressure doesn’t let up until his cock is submerged to its full depth.

When I can finally breathe again, I grind my hips into him. It doesn’t take long before we’re working in the same rhythm, our bodies bucking and pressing against each other like we have every motion choreographed. Isaac’s hands tighten around my hips. He starts pulling me onto him, harder and harder with every thrust he gives me.

My pulse quickens. My breaths are coming in ragged gasps as I feel another orgasm coming on. He’s already given me more than one tonight, and my body is numbing from the constant sensations.

“Is this what you like, kitten?” Isaac gasps between thrusts. “Is this how you like it?”

“I like it all,” I whine.

He slams into me even harder. I don’t know how much more of it I can handle. I don’t know how much more my body can withstand before it will burst at the seams. Isaac must be going through the same thing, because his jaw starts clenching tightly. His cheeks suck in as every muscle in his body tenses constricts.

His orgasm is sudden when it comes. His hot seed bursts into me just as his hands clench even harder around my sides. He pulls me even deeper down onto his cock, making sure that he’s as deep inside of me as possible. He’s already beginning to sag against me as I tighten my legs around him, lifting my ass into the air as I use every muscle to hold his still-hard cock in place.

My own orgasm bursts forth just as his body collapses onto mine. My arms wrap around him, pulling him tight to me as a loud moan of ecstasy bellows out of me. My fingers rake down his back so hard that I’m sure I break his skin. But if he feels any pain, he doesn’t show it.

Isaac’s heaves gasped breaths as his body sinks its full weight against mine. We curl into one another. His cock is still trembling inside of me as my own muscles tense and contract around his thickness.

When his bright gray eyes finally connect with mine, a slow, steady smile spreads across both of our faces. It’s the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long time. Possibly ever.

And it’s all because of the way my heart skips a beat when Isaac stretches upward and gives me a soft, gentle kiss.

Sometime later in the night we’re laying next to each other in bed. I’m curled up on Isaac’s chest. His heart is beating rapidly against my cheek. We’ve been going at it for nearly two hours and we’re finally just beginning to recover ourselves.

“That was amazing,” he says, letting out a long sigh as he does.

“It was pretty fun, I suppose.”

I give him a wry smile as I tease him. His bright gray eyes widen and he looks down at me, a shocked look on his face.

“
Pretty fun? You suppose?
Bloody hell, woman, what does it take to impress you?”

A tiny giggle escapes me. I prod his side.

“Trust me, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Tickle me arse, I don’t.”

My brow pulls together as I give him a confused look.

“What does that even mean?”

He frowns at me, seemingly even more confused by my question than I was by what he said in the first place.

“What are you on about?”

“You want me to tickle your
arse
?”

I let out a little giggle as I say the word. I’ll never know how the Brits come up with some of the stuff they say—it just sounds so… funny.

“No, of course I don’t want you tickling me arse.”

This time my laugh is much louder.

“Then why did you say it?”

His brow pulls together into the most confused look I’ve ever seen on him.

“It’s just a thing. You know… a saying.”

“It’s strange.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head.

“I’ll never understand you Yanks. You use words like
bangs
and think what
I
say is weird…”

“Bangs?” I repeat.

He bobs his head and makes a tiny gesture with his fingers at his forehead.

“Yeah, you know when you lasses let your hair grow down the front of your face.”

My brain takes a few seconds to catch up with what he’s talking about. When it finally does, I’m almost embarrassed by it.

“What’s so funny about bangs?”

“
Banging
is what we just got done doing—it’s got nothing to do with your hair.” He gives me a look, then adds, “Well, unless that’s something that you’re into.”

I gasp.

“Definitely not!” I swat at him, playfully. “If
bangs
is such a silly word, what should they be called?”

His brow pulls together again as he gives me another puzzled look.

“
Fringe!
” he says, sharply. “They’re called
fringe
for bloody sake.”

My mouth falls open, not sure if he’s being serious. But if he’s joking then there’s nothing giving it away.

I shake my head, laughing uncertainly. “Now
that’s
the silliest word I’ve ever heard.
Fringe?
That’s about as ridiculous as
arse
or
bollocks
.”

I give him another light poke in the ribs as I say it, letting him know that I’m teasing him. Judging by the look on his face, he doesn’t get the joke, at all.

“Sod off! You Yanks are all off your trolleys…”

I erupt in laughter. He includes a few other choice words after that, but between his heavy accent, the foreign slang, and my own gasps for air between laughs, I can’t make out any of it. He must not be too upset, though, because before long his face spreads into a huge smile, too, and he begins laughing right along with me. A few minutes pass before we’re able to contain ourselves.

When we finally settle down, Isaac wraps his arm around me and pulls me even tighter against his body. As I’m smiling up at him, something occurs to me that I hadn’t thought of before. I give him a curious look.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He frowns.

“What are you on about?”

“Weren’t there supposed to be five cards? I’ve only seen four.”

“Oh, that…” He shifts nervously.

The grin on my face widens a little more, and I give him a little push in the ribs.

“I guess not all of your big plans for the date came through, did they? I was starting to think you had everything all figured out.”

Isaac’s jaw drops open and he gives me a dejected look.

“Sod off, everything is just like I planned.”

“Oh really? So did you just forget about the fifth card?”

“Of course not. We’re still on the date, aren’t we?”

My brow knits down.

“I suppose we are…”

He looks a little more determined, giving me a sharp nod of his head.

“I didn’t miss anything, at all.” He gives me one more curious look before he reaches over and slides open the drawer to the nightstand. When he turns back to face me my heart skips a beat. In his hand there’s one more tiny, monogrammed envelope. He gives me a long look before holding it out to me. “See, I didn’t forget.”

I stare at this envelope longer than I stared at the others before I break the seal on it. For some reason, this one feels heavier—not its weight, but its significance. When I pull the card out, it takes my eyes all of an instant to scan the words printed on it.

My jaw drops open when I read those words. I stare up at him, dumfounded and speechless.

“Really?” I ask, not sure what else to say.

Fridays at work seem to go unnaturally slower than any other day of the week. I’m thankful when Declan leaves early for an offsite meeting. I don’t feel quite so guilty about cutting out a little early to go to a little meeting of my own.

Tawny and I meet outside of the Trump Tower before she has to get ready for her shift. We’ve been talking about going there to do some shopping for a while, so when she said she was going to be seeing Calvin Black again, it gave us the perfect excuse to go check it out.

The Trump Tower is elegant in a way that I never imagined possible. Between all of the swanky stores and the elegant dining I’m certain I can get lost in here for days on end and not even notice. It’s so grandiose I’m certain I’m going to have to come back at least three more times just to check out everything it has to offer. While we walk around in search of the perfect outfit for her, I tell her all about everything that happened with Isaac the night before.

“Are you serious?” Tawny’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her head as she grabs my arm and rounds on me. “What did you say?”

I shrug my shoulder, suddenly self-conscious.

“I told him I needed to think about it.”

Her jaw manages to drop open even wider.

“The guy you’re crazy about asks you to go away with him for a weekend and you tell him that you need to
think
about it?”

“What’s wrong with taking a little time to think about it?”

She gives me a look like I’m the most insane person in the world.

“What did he say when you told him that you needed time?”

I give another shrug of my shoulder.

“I don’t know. He just said that I could take whatever time I need.”

“Are you sure he wasn’t upset about it?”

I shake my head.

“I don’t think so. He’s never been shy about telling me he was upset, before.”

Tawny’s lips twist to one side as she gives me a dubious look.

“Still, you shouldn’t take too long to
think
about it.” She puts a harsh emphasis on the word, again. “He’s going to think you’re not interested.”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing?” I say. My gut clenches into a tight knot as soon as the words come out of my mouth. I’m still trying to convince myself that there’s some way I can stop my emotions from getting tangled up with Isaac, even though I’m already past the point of no return.

Tawny rolls her eyes and shakes her head emphatically.

“You’re something else, you know that, Hannah?”

“What do you mean?”

She gives me a look.

“It’s obvious that you’re crazy about him. I don’t know why you keep trying to pretend like it isn’t true.” My insides churn around even more. “Why are you so afraid to give him a shot?”