I gasped, shivering as the action forced him deeper inside me.

“That’s better,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.

Then he straightened up again and made good on his promises.

He fucked me hard. It was relentless, desperate, needy.

“Put your hand between your legs,” he demanded breathlessly. “Now, Hannah.”

It was like he had a spell on me—I was powerless to resist his demands. I was unsteady on one hand, but I did it. I put my hand between my legs and found my clit instantly, rubbing two fingers against it in a circular motion.

It was just that easy.

I came hard, crying out loudly as my entire body clenched with pleasure. The orgasm hit me so hard I swear I actually saw stars behind my closed eyelids, and my limbs all shook with the power of it.

Isaac released my hair and gripped my hips again, holding me still as he finished. His groan sent a shiver across my skin, but it was the long, guttural moan that escaped as he finally stilled in front of me, his fingers probing my hips in a massaging motion.

Neither of us moved for what felt like an hour. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing as we regained control of it and ourselves.

His grip on me loosened, and he flattened his hands against my ass as he pulled himself out.

The second I was free, I collapsed onto my side.

Isaac dropped down too, but his was with a breathy laugh. He rolled his head to the side and met my eyes. His gaze was full of sleep mixed with satiation and happiness. “That went well,” he breathed.

I laughed, closing my legs and using my arms to cover my breasts. “Could have been worse,” I agreed.

He rubbed his hand down his face, grinning behind it. “Definitely. Where’s the bathroom?”

“Same place as yours is,” I said dryly. “Our houses are the same.”

“Right.” He laughed but groaned halfway through when he stood up. “Holy shit,” he muttered, pushing off the bed. “I’m knackered.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Tired,” he called, leaving the room.

I frowned, forcing myself to sit up. Holy shit was right. I felt half dead. My muscles were like jelly. I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen if I did stand up right now.

“Here.” Isaac’s face appeared in the doorway, and he tossed a towel toward me. “I didn’t think you could get up yet.”

“There’s no need to look so proud of yourself!” I yelled.

“There really is!” he shouted back, now out of sight once again.

I stuffed the towel between my legs like the lady I was and flopped back down on the bed again.

All right.

Maybe there was.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – HANNAH

The Morning After The Night Before

There was a huge lump of handsome, toned, British male next to me in my bed, and I wasn’t mad about it at all.