She’d found him.
She wanted him.
And she was going to have what she wanted.
For once.
She pulled him free, took his thick shaft in her hand then slid it in her mouth.
His fingers left her jaw and glided in her hair as he groaned, “Baby.”
It was all the encouragement she needed.
He tasted beautiful, he felt beautiful, he looked beautiful.
She couldn’t get enough and he couldn’t give her enough, bucking against her mouth as she held onto his hips.
God, she was going to come just from the beauty of it.
His h*ps jerked back, pulling free.
Before she could protest, his hands were under her armpits and he yanked her up.
“Pren –”
“Quiet.”
He shifted them around and sat on the couch, positioning her standing in front of him. His hands curling into the waistband of her yoga pants, he tugged them down, taking her underwear with him.
With a forceful pull at her hips, he yanked her forward. She fell into him, her feet kicking off her clothing, her legs opening, her knees came up and she straddled him.
He fell to the side, taking her with him, dropping to his back.
Her hand went between them, she found him, wrapped him tight, guided him inside, lifted her torso up and he filled her.
“Heaven,” she breathed.
Her back arched, her h*ps ground into him, tilting, grinding further, reveling in Prentice’s hardness buried deep.
Connected.
Intimate.
Isabella and Prentice.
She thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
She felt his hand cup her breast at the same time his fingers touched her right there between her legs.
Her head tilted down to gaze at his beautiful face as his thumb stroked her nipple.
“Pren,” she whispered as her eyes locked on his.
Then she came, her body bucking, her sex rippling.
It was shattering.
It was magnificent.