“You really think so?”
It was too hard to stay stretched up the foot of height difference between them for long. She dragged her kisses down along the line of his jaw, setting teeth to scrape at the column of his throat. “Don’t be passive,” she hissed.
That was really all the invitation Isaac needed to pick her up and turn them around, pressing her against the wall and kissing her firmly, wrapping her legs around his waist. He deepened the kiss, one hand under her thigh and the other on her neck.
It was a good thing she had the wall at her back now, because the tingles chasing her spine were threatening to take her legs out from under her. She tightened her legs around Isaac’s body, locking her ankles together, and scraped her nails down his back.