Chapter 82: The Death Of Me

"Not now, Clayton."

As the very words come from Isabella's sweet lips that I have been hoping to hear, it is with absolute raw desire that I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.

She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.

After a few moments of silence, she kisses me again. It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away and gives it back.

My breath hitch and my body numb. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel send a flush of heat to my core.