Isabel felt the heat of his body as he pulled her in, his arms locking tightly around her shoulders.

His breath was uneven, chest rising and falling against hers, and he pressed her face into his neck.

His hand slid up her back, fingers spreading as they slipped into her hair, stroking through the strands with slow, deliberate motions.

His other hand splayed wide across her lower back, holding her flush against him so firmly she couldn’t even turn her head.

Her fingers gripped the ...