Isabella’s pov

The door clicked shut and his hands were on me before I could take a full breath.

He spun me around and pinned me against the wood, one palm flat beside my head, the other already yanking my top up.

Cool air hit my stomach then my breasts as the fabric cleared my arms and hit the floor.

“Been waiting all fucking day for this,” he said against my mouth.

I kissed him back hard, teeth catching his lower lip.

He tasted like coffee and heat. His tongue pushed in deep and I opened for it, moaning when he pressed the full length of his body against mine....