Isabella. It hits me that she's squirming on my leg and taking big gasping breaths. By the time I feel her hands scrabbling at my abs, I realize this has already gone way further than I ever intended. I pull back to look down at Isabella, wide-eyed and slack jawed. And when her head drops back against the washer, her eyes closing and her hands fisting in my t-shirt as the sexiest fucking moan I've ever heard drips from her lips, all I can do is stare.
