Out of Sight

by Cleo White

I don't remember ever feeling this burning, possessive attraction to a woman, never mind one I barely know. All it took was one look at her, and my whole soul woke up.

Christ. She's my future daughter-in-law's little sister, and I've been fantasizing all day about how she'd look on her knees, those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck her mouth.

Oh good, so he's also an expert in vaginas and a feminist saint.

What he thinks of me shouldn't matter to me this much, but I ache for the return of the easygoing, friendly man who smiled at me on the shuttle.

It was so easy to be happy around him.

I really noticed it at dinner the first night we were here, but it strikes me again that Judah doesn't seem to have a problem with just… looking at me. He doesn't glance around the room, at his phone, or at people around me. It's a little disarming, but I kind of like it too. I don't have to wonder if he's listening.

I still don't know what it is about this woman that draws me in so intensely, but as I linger in the doorway to her bedroom, watching her sleep, I ache to crawl into bed behind her and hold her in my arms again.

In just a few days, Isobel Bradley has become the center of my world, and, damn me, I don't give a fuck who she is anymore. Every instinct inside me is bellowing that this beautiful, hurt creature is meant for me, and the rest of my life hangs on the question I just asked her.

She smells like freedom.

Her body has relaxed into mine, and damn it, now that I know what it's like to hold her like this, how the hell am I supposed to stop?

“I want you more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Not just the pieces you've decided are good enough to show the world, but fucking all of you.”

Isobel Bradley is mine.

I won't touch her until she asks me to.

I've had a lot of first kisses in my life, but I know this one will be my last from the moment I get my first taste of her.

“If I see you so much as smile at him again, I'll put you over my knee and spank your ass red. Are we clear?”

“You happen to be in a room with one of the most respected Obstetricians and Gynecologists in the country, Miss Bradley.” I gasp as his hands grip my ankles, and he drags me to the edge of the bed. “Now, you said you were having difficulty reaching orgasm?”

why is this SO funny

“That's it. Take it, sweetheart. You're close, aren't you? Going to have your first orgasm on my fingers?”

“You made me come,”

“I sure did.”

LOL

“Don't you dare spit, do you hear me? Keep it on your tongue, and let me see how gorgeous you look with a mouth full of my cum.”

My previous fixation with Isobel has bloomed into a full-blown obsession, and it's terrifying.

I should have known that Isobel Bradley would surprise me. Everything about this woman has been completely unexpected in the very best way, and I'm so goddamn blown away by her that I can barely breathe.

I'm falling in love with her.

I'm going to make it my life's work to make damn sure she never doubts how much she means to me.

I'm not broken. I'm not frigid or unloveable. He's been trying to show me that since the day we met, and now I finally believe him.

I'm falling for him, and it's like stepping out into the sun after years of staying in the shadows. Beautiful and exhilarating, but terrifying at the same time.

He's been fighting for me since the first day we met.

Not falling for Judah Hale is hard work, and I'm so damn tired.

I've wondered a lot about how Evie viewed me over the years, but it somehow never crossed my mind that she wanted to be my sister as badly as I wanted to be hers.

He's everywhere; there's not a single piece of me I can hide from this man, and I don't want to.

Some people might judge us, but there's no opinion in the world that I care about more than my girl's happiness.