Isabella beamed, unable to remember a time when she'd been this happy that didn't involve him. "Come here," she murmured, gripping the waist of his jeans and pulling him close before her hand slid down to cup him through the denim. "You're the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes. I swear," she murmured as her hand moved over his cock through his jeans and the other cupped the back of his neck to bring his mouth down to hers.