Summer couldn’t stop kissing him, licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips. She dropped her hand and slipped it up under his shirt, fingers spread wide against the warmth of his skin and curved around his ribs.
Parting his lips eagerly and allowing her to take control of the kiss, Isaac hummed happily and twisted so that her hand settled firmly on his bare flesh, a soft groan escaping him at the contact. As her fingers moved down his ribs, he breathed in and pushed against her, lazily and tentatively tangling their tongues together again.
She moaned, dragging her mouth down to kiss any part of his face she could reach and rocking up into him. With both hands she tugged his shirt up, fingertips curving into his skin. “Isaac, god, Isaac,” she murmured, hard and needy. Her breathing rasped against his skin.