ISABELLE'S POINT OF VIEW
This was Nathan. The boy I'd grown up with, the man I thought I knew inside and out. But this... this was something else entirely.
He was beautifully, intimidatingly masculine. Every inch of him was perfect, and I couldn't look away even though part of me wanted to, suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of what was about to happen.
Fresh heat bloomed between my thighs, an aching pulse that made me feel dizzy and desperate.
He must have noticed I'd frozen, noticed the way I was staring, because he closed the distance between us with purposeful strides. His hands slid around my waist as he lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all.
Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, and I felt the solid heat of him pressed against me, thick and hard and ready.
His fingers found the fabric of my underwear, and with one deliberate tug, it tore away. The sound of ripping lace made me gasp, made reality crash back over me.
