Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 246

Victor’s gaze burned into her, his voice low and husky. “You get me all worked up, and then you say ‘forget it.’ Isadora, you really are trouble, you know that?”

Isadora was straddling him, her palms braced on his broad shoulders.

She could feel the solid curve of muscle beneath his shirt, every line taut and powerful.

Her breathing grew shallow, her heart pounding loud and fast in her chest.

It really had been too long since the last time.

The cramped driver’s seat left her completely surrounded by Victor’s presence, the masculine scent of pine and spice filling the small space, making it impossible to escape him.

She could feel the blood in her veins growing warmer by the second.

“I... I didn’t mean... right now,” she managed, voice shaky.

Victor’s eyes darkened, a dangerous heat flickering in their depths as he answered, all seriousness, “Too late. I’m already reacting.”

She glanced down, instinctively, and saw the evidence of his desire straining against his suit pants.

Her voice trembled. “Can’t you... hold on?”

He swallowed, the sound deep and unmistakably sensual in the quiet of the car. “Help me out.”

Isadora tried to clamp her legs together, only to squeeze his thigh instead.

She heard his laughter rumble from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through her and making her heart skip.

She swallowed hard, grasping at the last threads of her resistance. “Can’t we just... wait until we’re home?”

Victor sighed, looking perfectly unrepentant. “I can’t wait.”

“There are things to do at home, and things to do right now. Isadora, can’t you feel it? It’s waiting for you.”

Oh God.

He was impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Her lips were dry, her heartbeat so fast she could barely hear her own thoughts.