Environmentalist and lawyer, Isabelle Barnes is drawn to Zack’s appeal the first time they bumped into each other. For over a week that they’ve been together, their professional relationship becomes serious and personal. And worse, she’s fallen in love with him. But no matter how fun, hot and satisfying their relationship is, she must end it. Zack is a man she’s promised not to tangle with, a man like her father.
Not one to sit around, Zack took a job of protecting an environmental lawyer. Keeping someone safe is what makes his blood run. But when he meets Isabelle for the first time, she also make his heart pump so fast. The moment he saw her, he saw a different life other than his job. He not only wants to protect Isabelle, he wants to keep her to himself. But she doesn’t want him to stay. She reasons that they're different and the relationship will not last. At the height of their argument, Zack unknowingly lowers his guard. Now they're in danger. He can see a man with a gun, glinting from the reflective light of the sun. Despite his skates slipping on ice, he's able to guide Isabelle behind the makeshift manger, but can he keep her alive until help arrives?
He knew how arousing it was for a woman to be touched in between her legs. Isabelle’s moan proved him right when he cupped her vagina. She was warm and plump. Zack wanted to roar. An unfamiliar powerful surge of passion ignited his fuse. He wanted to tear her clothes and fuck her from behind. But he kept his mind focused on Isabelle, on what she wanted, and how to give it.
Isabelle raised her hand to touch his face thrusting her breasts in the process. The need to touch her skin rose higher. With a steady hand, he lifted her blouse and pulled it off over her head. He unhooked and removed her bra before turning her to face him. Zack admired her slim arms, shoulders, and full breasts. “Just as I thought, beautiful.”
He lowered his head and sucked one puckered nipple. The feel of her hard nipple inside his mouth was enough to lose his control, but he fought it. In silence, he lifted both breasts higher, opened his mouth and took as much flesh as he could. Without second thought, he snaked his hand inside her thong to touch her heat. Isabelle clamped her legs trapping his hand. “Open for me,” he whispered. Isabelle didn’t. She stared at him with her eyes wild with desire.
“Honey, open for me,” he repeated. The moment her thighs relaxed, he touched her cunt. What he found was not just a warm pussy but a wet one, too. “You’re wet.”
Isabelle’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck. She was getting hotter every second. “How could I not be? I am a woman and…your touch excites me.”
“Glad to hear that.”
Isabelle’s sound of protest when his mouth left her breast was quickly replaced with a sigh when he tongued her cleavage up and down. And when he left a trail of wet kisses all the way down to her navel, she whimpered lustily. Damn, he loved a scent of a woman.
Hooking his thumbs on her thong, he lowered the thin material and slipped it off her feet. On his knees, he ran his hands along the length of her legs, bunched her short skirt around her waist and cupped her ass. She possessed a body he wouldn’t mind tasting all night. Pressing his nose on her dark well-trimmed pubic hair, he inhaled deeply.
“You smell so great, Isabelle.” He lifted Isabelle’s leg and placed it on his shoulder giving him a better view and access to her pussy.
