His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?" My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes." So he does. And I feel it. For a long moment, I just feel his eyes. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine...
His heart was the key to his love. His heart was a wonderful broken place. His heart was mine and my heart was his. The problem was how long were we going to be able to hold on to each other My name is Isabella Moore and this is my story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...
"What makes you think I'd ever love someone like you?" She turned to face me, sitting up and gesturing with her hands. "I don't love you! Should I say it in Spanish?" "I'd kiss you right now, and I guarantee you wouldn't want me to stop," I said, my voice a low, tempting drawl. "What?" she replied, her eyes wide. "Bet...