ISABELLA
The second my fingers slid into his, he yanked me forward with zero warning. A startled sound broke from my throat, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he hauled me into his lap.
His hands were iron bands around my waist, and then his mouth was on mine, hot and fierce and unforgiving.
His kiss stole the air from my lungs, left me dizzy and reeling, my fingers clutching at his shoulders for balance while his lips worked over mine like he was trying to brand me.
I melted into it because what else was there to do? His tongue swept past my lips, demanding and sure, tasting of scotch and something sharp that might’ve been want or frustration, or both.
My heart jackhammered in my chest, and when his hand slid up my spine, fingers threading into my hair, I swore my bones liquefie
