The moment Isabella's fingers closed around him, Lance's body jerked reflexively.
Was Clara with that man doing this exact thing right now?
The image burned through him, making him flip Isabella onto her back.
In the dim light, her nervous flutter looked just like Clara's. He remembered how Clara would gaze up with that same shy look before closing her eyes, surrendering to his kisses.
Back then, every kiss had been part of his cruel game—make her fall, then destroy her. Now those memories had faded beyond reach.
Lance crushed his mouth to hers in a desperate kiss, chasing ghosts of the past.
Her breath hitched at the unexpected gentleness. She tangled her fingers in his hair, kissing him back with equal fire.
But tenderness quickly turned to animal need. Like a man possessed, he cl
