Zander’s POV
I knew exactly what Isabella was planning; I just wanted her to ask me for it. I wanted s*x with her so badly, but I needed to know she desired it as much as I did. She lay on the bed looking like my wet dream. Her creamy soft skin is for my eyes only.
“I want you, Zander,” Isabella whispered. “All of you, Zander. Make love to me.”
“Izzy,” I breathed out and stripped out of my clothes so fast, it could have made your head spin.
Isabella giggled, “A little enthused, are we?”
“Always, when it comes to you,” I said, lying down beside her. “I think about you constantly,” I told her as I dragged my fingers across her collarbone.
Isabella shivered under my touch. I continued my descent as my fingers grazed her t*ts. Encircling her pebbled n*****s.
“Zander,” Isabella purred.
