Husband With Benefits

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.."