You Are My One and Only

Chapter 264

Isaac downed half the bottle and wiped the excess liquid on the corner of his mouth away with his hand before saying, "As if I'd mind this when I've long tasted your saliva."

Abashed, Patricia flushed crimson and immediately looked away, keeping her eyes on the vegetables in the fridge.

But in actuality, she didn't know what to pick. In the end, she just got a bit of whatever she saw and let Josephine do the thinking.

Meanwhile, Isaac put the water bottle aside, circled her waist from the back, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, and nibbled her gently, causing Patricia to stiffen in panic. "Cut it out, President."

She tried to wriggle herself free, but it only worsened Isaac's arousal.

His Adam's apple bobbed as his voice deepened. "Angel, I want to kiss you again."

He didn't attack her this time but asked, making Patricia feel as though a feather was brushing against her heart, ticking her badly.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he turned her around and riveted his gaze on her.

Patricia blinked in response but didn't fight him.

His ravishing face was only inches away from her. As he shackled her, his towering body shrouded her nearly entirely in the shadows as the faint scent of perfume invaded her nose.

His eyes were glued to her face, never moving away even for a split second, and his tightly pursed lips were laced with some kind of obstinate arrogance. He had looks straight out of the 'Sexiest Man Alive' magazine cover.

His eyes were black like obsidian, his unruly hair stuck to his porcelain-white skin, and his thick brows were slightly furrowed. Any woman would fall madly in love with him before they knew it.

While she gawked at him, Isaac inched closer to her until their lips touched.

As though their desires had been sated, he tightened his hug while Patricia responded passionately to his kiss, and it overwhelmed Isaac, causing his desire to take over.

Patricia was pinned against the fridge as her lips were being gnawed at again and again, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, not knowing what to do. But deep down, she craved and yearned for it; she didn't want to let him go.

Isaac removed her coat and carried her up to the counter, surprising her a little as her lips parted in shock, only to be sealed back up the next second.

Patricia trembled the whole time, not because of the cold—the house was kept at a comfortable temperature—but due to nervousness and fear. She didn't know what was going to happen next, and she couldn't wait to find out. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

On the other hand, Isaac's breathing grew heavier by the second, and he couldn't hold on much longer.

With that, he yanked his necktie away before undoing her buttons.

Coldness had just hit her chest when his large palms wrapped around her, and a strange sensation brewed within the woman.

Isaac chuckled under his breath as he nibbled her lips. "You want it, don't you, my love?"

This girl seemed obtuse no matter how he aroused her in the past, feeling absolutely nothing. However, her arousal had been stirred this time, giving him a sense of achievement.

Patricia blushed further in shyness, and she gave him a perfunctory hit while leaning in his arms.

Meanwhile, Isaac's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot as her fair skin was revealed inch by inch when he removed her shirt.

The girl was fair all over. Her skin would redden if he just touched her, and it would bruise if he applied any pressure. It was so delicate that it was near translucent, and a woman like her should be mollycoddled.

As he gnawed on her neck, he asked in his husky, sultry voice, "Do you want to do it here, angel, or in the bedroom?"

It was their first time, after all. Though he'd like to just make love here, he feared she couldn't take it. Yes, he admitted he was interested in trying it here, but the kitchen would be for another time.

Patricia hugged his neck tightly and gave his ear a feather peck before answering, "The bedroom."