Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She wanted to climb into his skin with him, she wanted so badly. Hazily, she felt the bookcase wobbling with the weight of them, and shoved him back with all her strength, keeping herself pressed to him. “Bed,” she gasped, in between searing kisses, and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Nodding and failing to utter anything more coherent than, “Mhmmm,” Isaac splayed his hands out across her rear and continued to rock against her, moving across the room and somehow ending up in their bedroom. Lowering her to the bed and then clambering up to straddle her lap, he never once broke the kiss.
Fisting one hand in his hair, she dropped the other one to scrape at his shirt, nails dragging up his back and leaving fast-fading marks. The sounds she was making were inelegant and needy, and there were too damn many clothes in the way.