Take Me: The Complete Series (Power Play #1-4) (22 page)

By the time we make it into the hotel I’m practically falling all over him. I need to have him again, for real this time. The bathroom at the restaurant was fun, but it was just a tease for what I really want. I need to feel him inside of me again. I need to feel that rush I get when I make him come.

Isaac is clutching me tight to his body when we make our way into the familiar suite. A moment of trepidation flutters through me as I remember the last time I was here—the night I discovered that Isaac had known about me all along. That had been a dark night for many reasons, even though now it they only seemed like distant concerns compared to my need to be with him.

“Now it’s time for me to have my way with you,” I say, all but pulling him toward the bedroom.

“Is that so?” he asks, his brow rising.

I bite my lip, my grin widening even more.

“You got to have all of the fun earlier, so now it’s my turn.”

“I happen to like your kind of fun.”

I fix him with a playful look.

“You’d better,” I tease.

A little growl echoes out from deep inside of his chest. The familiar sound sends another rush through me. The smile on my face spreads even wider. I hold his gaze for a while, drawing the moment out.

“But first, I need to use the restroom,” I tease.

Isaac’s face sags for an instant before resuming its previous ferocity.

“Making me wait for it already?”

“Like I said, you already got to have your fun at the restaurant. Now it’s my turn to have a little fun of my own.”

The look on Isaac’s face leaves me feeling more satisfied than anything else had so far tonight. I blow him a little kiss before disappearing into the washroom.

Exciting thoughts go coursing through my head about everything that’s going to happen tonight. They’ve got me so distracted that I’m caught completely off guard by what I see when I shut the washroom door behind me. My chest seizes with a nervous tenseness.

Hanging on the back of the door is a thin, lacy three-piece lingerie set. The bra, panties, and negligee are black with red lace. Clipped to the front of the set, staring me in the face, is a monogrammed envelope.

My fingers are shaking as I unclip the envelope. I slide my finger beneath the paper—the seal breaks just as easily as all the others.

===
Drake Holdings
===

Kitten,

I got you a little something to wear for me.

Isaac Says
, put this on, and show me just how sexy you really are.

Isaac

PS—

You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.

===
Isaac Drake
===

I read it one more time before my eyes look back up at the little thing hanging from the back of the door. I slide it off the door and hold it up to admire it. I’ve never really worn lingerie before, and never imagined myself wearing lingerie that is so expensive. A sense of giddy excitement overcomes me as I slip off my dress and slip into the two-piece set. I pull the negligee on last. I’m not sure how, but Isaac picked out my exact size.

I only have to give myself one look in the mirror to know that I feel sexier than I ever have before. Just when I thought there wasn’t anything more he could do, Isaac has managed to pull something more out of me.

The Sexy Brit is a never-ending ride of fun and surprises.

When I emerge from the washroom, Isaac’s eyes flare to life. A goofy grin spreads across his face as he takes all of me in.

“You’re ravishing,” he says. “No, ravishing doesn’t do you justice. You’re stunning. You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket slung over the sitting chair in the far corner. I close the distance to him with slow, sultry steps. I hope I look half as sexy as I feel. Judging by the look on his face, I do.

“You make me feel beautiful.”

His smile manages to spread even wider. I stand right in front of him, hooking one of my legs between his. He grins up at me and slides his hands around to the small of my back. His fingers run along the lace of the negligee.

“How’d you know what to get me?” I ask, giving him a curious look.

He shakes his head.

“I can’t reveal all of my secrets.”

I tilt my head to the side.

“You promised me... no more secrets.”

He gives me a devious little smile.

“Then I guess I’ll have to break my promise. But I’ll make you a new one: I promise I’ll never keep anything from you that could in any way hurt you. You’re perfect to me. I can’t imagine ever upsetting you. I’d rather die than let any harm come to you.”

My heart flutters along with what he’s saying

“Well, I don’t want you dying on my account.”

“If anything ever happens to you, I’ll feel it ten-fold.”

“You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

He shakes his head again.

“When it comes to you, kitten, I don’t have any lines. I speak from the heart. I speak the truth—like my patient mum always told me to do.”

The grin on my face spreads even wider.

“Well, she did a good job.”

With that, his hands slide up my back and he pulls me lower to his lap. Our lips meet in a gentle kiss that quickly deepens. My hands slide up his starched white shirt until they come to the top of his knotted tie. The knot loosens as I give it quick tugs. I twist my hand, wrapping the tie around it as I do. When I have it in a tight ball I use it to pull Isaac even tighter against me. His hips shift forward a little, and I can already feel the large bulge forming in his pants. I sink myself lower onto it, grinding my hips against him as a little jolt of ecstasy ripples through me.

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.”