CRAZY 40 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MEN
ISABELLA
The music was a pulse in my blood, the bass a heartbeat that matched the rhythm of my hips. His hands were on my waist, sliding lower, pulling me against him, and I let him. I let myself feel the heat of a stranger's body.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I let the music take me somewhere that wasn't the beach house, wasn't his study, wasn't the look on his face when he stepped around me like I was furniture.
This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. Someone who looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.
I was still grooving in the music when rough hands grabbed me and tanked me off the stranger’s body so fast my head spun. My feet stumbled as my arms flailed for balance.
What the—
I turned and my breath caught.
Alexa
