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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.

Chapter 14

    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