Isabella Harrison swallowed hard. What she just said was, "...Yosef...Reed...um..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp pain shot through her lips.
In an instant, all she felt was shock.
Her eyes widened to the extreme, she froze in place, staring at the handsome face she'd been thinking about for years, now just inches away.
Her gaze trembled suddenly in surprise, her hand on the counter tightened slightly, then relaxed.
Finally, it hung down by her side slowly, gently grasping the edge of his clothes.
She tilted her head, quietly enduring this unexpected kiss.
She dared not move a bit, though her heart was already in turmoil.
If possible, she truly wished she could respond to the man without any reservations.
But she feared that if her response suddenly provoked the man's aversion, or made him suddenly snap back to reality and claim this was all a misunderstanding, what should she do then?
Her desire for this man had been insatiable for far too long.
