Isabella's fingers curled around the hard length of Liam's cock through his trousers. He inhaled sharply at her touch, his grip tightening on her hips. The rain pelted the windows, echoing the primal desire building between them.
She stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching as his eyes fluttered shut and his head tipped back. He let out a guttural sound, his hips rocking forward instinctively.
"Isabella..." His voice was a low rasp.
"Shh." She hushed him, continuing her slow, teasing caress. "Just let me..."
Liam's eyes opened, meeting hers. They were dark with lust, his pupils blown wide. She could see the battle waging within him—his need to be a gentleman warring with his desire for her.
She tightened her grip, stroking him from base to tip. "Stop thinking so much."
A strangled noise left his throat. "I'm trying..."
