Isabella
Do I want him?
I stare at Dane in belief.
How could anyone resist that smirk and body?
"I want you," I'm already taking off my clothes while talking, throwing off my shirt and bra. "And I don't care that you're a hybrid whatsoever. I just want you, Dane. We are supposed to be together."
Dane's response is to climb into the bed with me.
The mattress sinks underneath his massive weight, and he pushes me down to my back. His hands are on either side of my face, and he gazes into my eyes.
He is so beautiful that I'm shaking. I just want him right now, but Dane is taking his sweet time letting his eyes roam over my face.
It's agonizing.
His biceps are right there, on either side of my face. And his shelf-like pecs are pinning me to the mattress.
I want t
