I lost it the moment he held my waist tenderly and took my mouth in a slow, sexual kiss, like he wanted to memorize me.
My lips parted to let more of him in and he took it, moaning quietly.
"Isabel," he breathed like a prayer. His tongue stroked inside, taking me again and again. The sound of our smashing lips and moans filled the room.
"I want you," I said again, my mouth trembling and my breathing hard. "I want you, Harry," I repeated even more boldly.
He leaned back, eyes smudged and mouth swollen from the kiss. I watched as his gaze drifted from my lips to my eyes. Heat radiated from every part of me because he looked like he truly wanted this.
"This is wrong," he said, blinking several times as he watched me. Then he added quietly, "But I want you too.
Heat pulsed through me. I slid my hands around his neck, pulling him close for another kiss. He didn't hold back; he held me and kissed me, moaning and calling my name.
