Thomas’s hair made a dark curtain around them, creating their own private room, as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers, and then nipped her top and bottom lips in succession before sliding his tongue into her mouth to stroke languidly within. The kiss was sweet and slow as molasses and it heated her blood.

Isabelle lifted her hips and ground against him through the fabric of his pants. He broke the kiss with a groan and slid one hand under her rear, pressing his pelvis down on her sex so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock.

Lady, he was going to make her crazy.

She pulled at the waistband of his pants and whispered, “Let’s get these off you, shall we?” Her fingers made quick work of his belt and buttons. Soon the rest of his clothing had been tugged off by both of them.

Thomas moved down her body, leaving little nips and kisses across her abdomen. “Not only are you gorgeous, you taste good, too.” His dark head disappeared between her legs and she squealed in surprise. Then all the noise she could make were moans as he thoroughly tongued her clit to swollen and exquisite sensitivity.

Once he’d succeeded in arousing her to a fever pitch, he worked his way back up her body—tasting her skin at the curve of her waist here, nipping the swell of her stomach there.

His hair brushed her whenever he moved, silky and smooth, raising gooseflesh all over her. He paid special attention to each of her nipples, licking every pucker and crevice more fastidiously than a cat. All the while he stroked her between her thighs, bringing her to that blessed place where she couldn’t form any coherent thought.

By the time he slid inside her she writhed on the mattress beneath him as if in heat, arching her back and thrusting her hips to push his cock as deep as possible into her body.

She couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good, couldn’t remember the last time she’d had multiple orgasms this way. Isabelle was no angel. She’d lost her virginity young and had plenty of lovers in her life, but the chemistry between her and Thomas was something different altogether, better.

“Are you using a spell on me?” she asked thickly in the semidarkness, with Thomas staring down into her face. His hips rocked back and forth as he slid in and out of her. “Some kind of earth charm to enthrall me?”

“I would never do that, Isabelle. This is just you and me.”

“Maybe it’s the water-earth attraction.”

“Why are you trying to find an explanation? Just let it be what it is.” He shifted his hips and drove into her from another angle, hitting her G-spot and pumping harder and faster.