Husband With Benefits
Chapter 340: Oh Soup (3)

Chapter 340: Oh Soup (3)

Much to Isabella’s surprise, the dinner turned out to be a silent but peaceful affair. She concentrated on enjoying the delicious soup, only realizing when she ate, how ravenous she had been. There was no music or fancy ambience or even romantic lighting but somehow this felt like a date and Isabella realized that she was too soft for something like this. Through out the dinner, she could not stop peeking at Ian.

Finally, as the last spoonful of the soup was finished, Ian stood up. Somehow she wanted to stop him. She was too reluctant to let the night end. Did he have to leave so soon? However, she then realized that he wasn’t leaving but actually clearing the table to wash the dishes.

Isabella, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude, rushed to stop him. "No, no, let me do that. You cooked, the least I can do is clean up," she tried to insist but was gently pushed away by him as he said," I told you to relax. I’ll take care of this and then leave."

Isabella tried to take the bowls from him," I can do it, Ian. There’s no need for you to..."

As they played a little tug of war with the bowls, Isabella suddenly lost her balance and fell against Ian.

Caught off guard by the unexpected stumble, Isabella found herself pressed against Ian’s chest, their proximity creating an unspoken tension in the air as her fingers clung to his shirt. For a moment, they simply stood there, frozen. Isabella’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt the warmth of Ian’s body against hers.

"Easy there," Ian murmured, his arms instinctively wrapping around her for support as he placed the bowls aside. The gentle touch sent a shiver down Isabella’s spine, and she couldn’t help but look up at him.

"I’m sorry," Isabella stammered, attempting to pull away. However, Ian’s grip on her remained steady. She could feel the heat of his fingers against her back, through the t shirt and they almost seemed to scald her. As if realizing he was holding her, his fingers gently squeezed her hip and moved. She expected him to take away his hand, was prepared for the disappointment. Unexpectedly, he did the opposite.

After a moment of hesitation, his fingers slowly traced along the curve of her hip, gently bringing her closer as his face leaned close to hers. He stopped just as hands reached her a** and his mouth was a breath away, and whispered," I want you so bad."

Isabella stared into his eyes, and knew that all the desire she had for him, she could unleash, " I want you too.."

The next minute, his mouth was on hers as they kissed passionately. She felt his tongue probe against her as one of his hands slid under her shirt while the other groped her a**, having easily slid under the shorts.

He kissed her passionately, taking in and memorizing the taste of her and she met him for each stroke, igniting a desire of her own. She’d never been this turned on in her life. Ian broke the kiss and looked down at her slightly swollen lips, leanign down to gently rub their lips together.

And then as he stared at her, his hand cupped her brea*t, under the shirt, his thumb accurately finding her peak through the thin cotton of her bra. He held her gaze, as his thumb slowly flicked her and he groaned," I want another taste."

His hand molded and raised the flesh there, as if it were an offering and as he held her gaze, he bent down slowly and his mouth enclosed over the tightened bud, sucking her through the tshirt.

The touch jolted her. The heat and wetness of his mouth, even through the layers of clothing as his hand continued to tease her, made her dizzy with desire as Isabella felt her knees go weak. But Ian was not satisfied with this. His other hand slid under the edge of her panties, slowly moving towards her hidden centre...Her fingers clung to his shoulders, the only support that she had and she closed her eyes and moaned as his mouth slowly moved onto the other side, to offer the same treatment to her other breast.

"Ian..." his name escaped in a moan. He hummed in answer, the reverbations of that sending more jolts through her, as bells rung in her head. She wanted, needed more.

As she was about to pull him towards her bedroom, Ian unexpectedly stepped back, his hands leaving her body at the same time. She opened her eyes in confusion and was shocked to see that he’d already composed himself, all hints of desire now only visible in his heated vision.

"Don’t look at me like that, doll. I’ll take you right here and now and to heck with the person at the door." It was then she realized that it was her doorbell ringing. The ringing in her head was not from the desire but her doorbell.

"I’ll go and see." Isabella turned to go and open the door but was stopped by him as he growled," You can’t go like this. I’ll go and see."

As Isabella looked in confusion, Ian threw a meaningful glance at the front and she followed his gaze, realizing that there were twin wet spots on the front of her tshirt, glistening there. She flushed at that and quickly retreated, "I’ll go change."

Ian watched her quick retreat and breathed deeply, trying to control his desire. Dam* it! He’d not come here to seduce her and be seduced like that. He’d totally lost control...If that bell had not rung, she would have been on that kitchen island, spread eagle in another minute with him inside her. And he did not know whether to curse the person who stood outside the door or to thank him.

That image did not help him calm down, and he shook his head as the bell rang again. He was going to hit the person who was outside. That was for sure.

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