Isla's Eyes

Isla Fray is a detective. She is very young, but very aware of her surroundings. She often gets put down by other people as no one thinks she will be any good. She has one weakness. Men. She has had many summer romances with her clients, but none of them last.

Could it be that her dark past is linked to it? So what will happen when one guy seems to reach Isla more than anyone else has ever managed to?

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3. I woke up

I woke up in a strange place, a place that I was not used to seeing when I opened my eyes. I laid in a soft bed with silk coverings and a canopy overhead. My head was cushioned on the softest of pillows. I laid, half-awake, wondering what sort of dream world I was in.Then I heard her voice.

"Hey. I see we're awake now. Did you have a nice sleep?" What happened last night? I went to Isla to about Alice, I almost winced aloud at the name, and then, and then... I could only see Isla's eyes. Perfect in every way.

"What happened?" I said, out loud this time.

"You passed out on me." She was swishing about the room, pulling open curtains, seemingly searching for something. "I mean, all I did was kiss you and get your shirt off. We didn't get any further than that before you passed out. I have to say, I'm rather disappointed. You looked like you could have taken the heat." What was she talking about? Did she mean... Did she mean... If I'd been able to 'take the heat', we'd have... gone all the way? She's younger than me, for goodness sake! I stared, open mouthed, at her moving figure. Finally, she found what she was looking for, a boy's t-shirt, jeans and boxers. "Ha! Here we go, put these on." She threw the clothes at me. I didn't want to know where she got them from. I sat, waiting for her to go out of the room so I could change. She didn't.

"Will you, um, go away, so I can, erm, change?"

"You want me to go, Rowan?" I didn't remember giving her my name. She came and sat on my lap, putting her arms around my neck. "What about last night?"

"I... wasn't myself." How do you explain that I was were drunk on her presence? "I just want to change." She swivelled round so she was facing me, and put her legs round my hips. She moved closer, so she was sat right at the top of my legs, her body flat against mine. She kissed me slowly, and I leaned into it. I couldn't help myself. Automatically, my arms wrapped around her, and I planted kisses all along her jaw, teasing her until she moaned low and dragged my lips back to her's. Finally, I gave in, groaning, and pulled her down on top of me on the bed. We kissed and kissed: I was losing myself. But she was like a drug, I couldn't stop using her.

 

A while later, I managed to drag myself away. I still don't know how I did it, but somehow I did. I stood up, and surveyed the damage. Wow, I thought to myself, I managed to keep my jeans on, and, looking over at the beautiful Isla, most of her clothes too. She was staring at me, trying to drag me back with her eyes. I looked at the ground, grabbed my new clothes and legged it for the bathroom. I locked the door and sank down to the floor. She sure is something.

 

All at once, half-formed memories of last night come back to me. I sighed and blushed in embarrassment at what I think happened:

 

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"Come with me..." she whispered, drawing me closer with her eyes. "I need you to do something for me. Will you lose yourself?" What was that supposed to mean? I was already lost. Minutes later, I had her pinned to the wall, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth whilst she moaned against me, clawing my shirt and running her hands up and down my back. She tickled my neck with her long nails as I found her sweet spot and attacked it with my tongue. I was brought up to me gentle with women, but it was impossible with Isla. "Come upstairs..." she breathed. I picked her up and carried on kissing her as we moved up the stairs. One minute she was in my arms, then the next she had me pressed to the wall. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her on my body. She fumbled for the keys as I took back control, running my tongue along the edge of her top lip until she shivered with delight. Finally, we were in her apartment, and I found her bedroom with no trouble. I lay on top of her, supporting most of my weight on my elbows so I didn't squash her. It was near impossible. Next, she took control, rolling us over until I could feel all of her warming me from the inside out.

 

Soon, my shirt was on the floor and Isla was driving me crazier than I thought possible. Finally, out of breath, I tore myself away from her and sat up. Seconds later, she was straddling my hips and staring deep into my eyes. Her eyes. Bewitching and beautiful. Next came the thing that stunned me.

"Do you want sex?" I sat there gaping, looking like a fish.

"I- um... Huh..." I had forgotted how to speak normally.

"So, you don't want sex." she sounded sad almost, but playful at the same time. Is that even possible?

"Noma- youshee..." My ability to speak was scary.

"So, you do?" Her eyes lit up. She was running her hands up and down my chest, looking like she was holding herself back from jumping in my pants immediately. Then I blacked out.

 

****

 

I put my head in my hands. I was so embarassed. Grudgingly, I changed clothes. Then I stood for at least a minute with my hand on the doorhandle, not wanting to have to go out and face her.

 

When I finally got up the courage, I found her standing in the middle of the room, her face tight, and her hands behind her back. The bed was made, and the room looked as neat as a pin. My heart sped up. What could have happened?

"Are... you okay?" I ask cautiously. I was truly scared for the answer. I thought it was going to be something about Alice. How I thought Isla would know about it, I have no idea.

"I am so sorry." Isla said, naively, "I forgot totally about the case. From now on, I will be completely professional." I had not expected this. Then the paper boy came.

 

We both heard the paper drop. We both didn't move. Finally, Isla went to get it. When she came back in, her eyes were calculating, adding the evidence together bit by bit. Then her eyes became sad, sympathetic. She showed me the paper.

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