I let my eyes roam over every inch of her—slow, reverent, greedy. My throat went dry, my hands flexed at my sides because all I wanted to do was grab her, pull her against me, claim her right there against the damn wall.
But what killed me the most?
The little smirk tugging at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. My Isabella, the shy girl who used to blush when I teased her, had just dropped her towel like a queen issuing a challenge.
I stepped closer, my chest nearly touching hers, and let out a low growl. “You’re playing with fire, bella…”
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cover herself. She just looked up at me with that spark in her eyes and whispered, “Then burn me.”
Fuck.
That was it. The last thread of restraint I had snapped in that second.
My hands gripped her w
