Those thoughts disappear in a wisp of smoke the second Isabella’s lips land on mine. Her movements are eager, her hands coming up to fist in my t-shirt and pull me down to her level so she can kiss me deeper. And I’m helpless to give in to her demands. With a groan, my grip tightens on her neck and my tongue sweeps over her lips, silently asking for entry. She opens without hesitation. And the second I slip my tongue inside to tangle with hers, she’s whimpering against my lips, and I’m fucking gone.
