MorganOur mouths meet for the first time in a year, but it’s so natural, it feels like it could have been yesterday. Isla is an amazing kisser—not too rushed, but not too slow either and her hot tongue strokes mine like she’s eager for more. Everything below my waist hardens immediately.
Her fingers drift to the button on my pants and she slowly draws down my zipper. My c**k bobs with pleasure even though she hasn’t so much as touched it yet.
I should stop her. I have to stop her. There’s no other choice.
A soft knock on my door causes us to pull apart.
Then a voice startles us apart.
“Son, a word, please?” It’s my dad.
My eyes widen almost comically large and Isla staggers back like she’s been slapped. She presses one hand over her mouth and shakes her head.
Shit. This isn’t goo
