Murders & Romance: A Psychic Detective Romantic Mystery (Isaac Taylor Mysteries Book 5) by Lashell Collins (ready player one ebook .TXT) 📗

ass, and loving the soft moans of appreciation that move always drew from him.

He’d told her once that feeling her hands on his bare naked flesh was sometimes more orgasmic for him than an actual release, and Sidney loved that her touch had the power to do that to him.

He enveloped her nipple with his mouth, and the warm heat of it seared her skin.

She hissed and arched her back, pressing her breast into his face, silently begging for more.

“I love you, Isaac. I love the way you make love to me.”

“Mmm.”

It was his only response before he entered her.

Eyes locked together, he filled her completely, and Sidney widened her legs and lifted her hips, adjusting to the sheer size of him.

They stared into each other’s eyes for the longest time, never looking away as their bodies moved in concert, writhing together. With every thrust, he pushed her higher, drove her further over the edge.

They went over the cliff of ecstasy as one, moaning out a duet as their bodies sailed through the air.

A single drop of sweat left a strand of his hair and hit her cheek, and Sidney smiled at him.

Isaac lowered his full weight down on top of her, still staring into her eyes. He kissed her lips and grinned.

“I hope we just made a baby.”

His sweet words were whispered, and the spark of wonder in his grey eyes twinkled at her. Sidney giggled and ran her fingers through his damp hair.

“So do I.”

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Curses & Vows

Book 6 Sneak Peek

“Isaac?”

“Hey, darlin’. You still up?”

He glanced around the well-appointed guest room and felt nothing but loneliness.

“I’m just crawling into bed now. Not that I’ll be able to sleep much. Our bed feels very cold and lonely without you.”

“Tell me about it. I feel like a stranger in a strange land over here.”

“I’m sure Bree and Adam have done everything they can to make you comfortable in their guest room.”

“Oh, they have. And Grandad’s just across the hall in the other guest room. But I’m missing your sweet-smelling, soft, warm body. I got nothing to curl up to over here but a pillow, and that is no kind of substitute for you.”

Sidney giggled, and sound of it made him smile.

“It’s just one night. And think about it… this time tomorrow, you and I will be Mr. and Mrs. You’ll be completely stuck with me then.”

“I can’t wait to be completely and totally stuck with you, forever. But what I’d like to know is who came up with this rule that the bride and groom aren’t allowed to see each other the day before the wedding? That’s a load of superstitious crap right there.”

He could hear the frustration in his own voice, but it couldn’t be helped. Sidney laughed at him.

“I’ve missed you today too, baby. But I think the tradition goes back to when marriages were arranged and the families didn’t want the couple to see each other beforehand out of fear they’d back out if they saw who they were marrying. Terrifying prospect if you ask me.”

“Aw, hell. And here we are, a hundred years later, still suffering ’cause they weren’t allowed to choose for themselves? Forget that, I’m coming home.”

“Isaac! You can’t.”

“Well, why the hell not? It’s not like it’s actually bad luck or anything.”

“How do you know that? And after everything that’s already gone wrong with this wedding, and the unwelcome family surprises? I just don’t want to tempt fate, or… you know… piss it off.”

Isaac’s righteous indignation deflated like she’d popped his bubble with a giant spitball.

“It’s just one night, baby. And think about how much sweeter tomorrow night will be when we’re finally married and alone, and on our way to… wherever our honeymoon is.”

Isaac laughed out loud.

“Nice try, darlin’, but I’m still not telling you where we’re going.”

“But I don’t even know if I’ve packed the right things, Ike! You could at least give me a hint.”

“I did give you a hint. I told you that all you really need is a bikini and a toothbrush. Mostly just the toothbrush, ’cause I don’t expect to let you leave the room too often.”

Sidney’s sexy giggle connected with his dick, and he stifled a groan.

“So, since you’re making me endure this torture of sleeping without you tonight, I was wondering…”

His voice trailed off as he wondered exactly how to ask this question. He had no clue how men actually set these things up.

“Yes?”

“Well, do you remember back when we first got together? Um, back when I was still very awkward about… well, about sex and being intimate, and all that?”

“Yes.”

He could hear the curiosity in her voice, and it only made him more nervous. He licked his lips and softly cleared his throat before trying again.

“Well, you said that if there was ever anything that I wanted to try, I should just tell you?”

“Isaac, is there something special you’re wanting to try when we’re on our honeymoon?”

“Well actually…”

“Maybe a little anal play perhaps?”

Heart stopped.

Thoughts gone.

Words forgotten.

“A… a little what now?”

Had she said those words, or had he imagined them? Was she still talking?

“…I mean, I’ve never done that before, but I know you’re really kind of an ass man, and I think…”

“Sidney, stop. Talking. Please. I-I can’t think when you say things like that.”

Her soft, sexy laughter only made things worse, and he repositioned the wood between his legs.

“Isaac, you’re not being bashful right now, are you?”

“A little. I mean, this isn’t exactly a normal conversation. And that’s not what I was getting at, although now it’s all I can think about.”

Sidney laughed even harder.

“So, what were you getting at then?”

“Well, I was hinting at… you know… phone sex.”

“Ohhh!”

“Yeah.”

“Well, do you want to know what I’m