He tore his mouth from hers, looked down into her eyes and said on a groan, “Isobel…I need you.”
“You have me,” she told him and then arched her spine as a soul-shattering climax hit them both hard. Holding him tight, Isobel called out his name as wave after wave of sensation crashed, receded and slammed down onto them again and again. She felt his release as well as her own. She held him as his body trembled and shook with a power that was mind numbing.
It seemed the pleasure would never end.
It seemed they were destined to be joined together for the rest of time.
But finally, inevitably, the tantalizing pressure and delight faded and they lay together in a silence so profound, neither of them knew how to end it.
Nick was gone when she woke up.
Not gone gone. His duffle bag was stil
