Chapter Twenty
With a groan she wrapped an arm around his neck, drawing him closer as she opened to him. She would never say no to this, not in a million years. Their bodies fused in the darkened space, hard against soft, hands gliding, pulling at fabric, seeking the relief of skin touching skin. His tongue slid against hers, alternately teasing then claiming, winding her up to dizzying heights. She stroked him through his denim, desperate to take his hard length in hand. He flexed his hips with a groan. "Want you so bad, Iz," he muttered, fisting a hand in her hair and possessing her mouth again.
"Same," she gasped between kisses, wrapping a leg around him as she sought relief from the pressure building at her apex. Izzie swore her panties had soaked clear through to her jeans. Somewher
