But when he put his arms around her, Isabel felt desired, and safe. And loved. She felt loved.
"Your hands are like ice," he whispered, as he wrapped his robe around them both, holding her steady. Soon the shivering stopped, replaced by a desire for more. More of his flesh searing hers with his hands, and more of his kisses heating her flesh. When she turned her face up to his, his lips crushed hers in a kiss filled with a passion finally unleashed. His mouth coaxed hers apart with the moistened tip of his tongue. The simple act sent a flood of warmth racing through her body, then pooling in the spot between her legs.
“You will feel things you've never felt before when you’re physically loving each other,” her mother had told her the night before. “Embrace these sensations, honor them, s
