Matt POV.
I was still gripping Isabella's wrists tightly as I hiked her dress up to her waist. As I stroked her rear through the thin fabric of her underwear, her breathing quickened and her eyes widened.
But she wasn't frightened; she was actually relishing it, savoring every moment. It was clear from her body language. The way she parted her legs when I gently pressed on her thigh with my hand, how she tilted her head when I whispered into her ear, the goosebumps on her pale skin, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal that permeated the air.
Naughty girl! She likes it a bit rough.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" I asked softly as I pulled down her underwear with my free hand.
"Not... sure," she whispered, her voice quivering with anticipation. I released her wrists, so her a
