Never breaking away from him, she toyed with the laces at the throat of his shirt, pressing her body against his. The way he felt under her hands never ceased to be amazing, hard muscle pliant to her every motion.
Isaac felt boneless and helpless at her touches, eyes glazing over as he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips, shifting minutely beneath her. “Just what are you planning?” he whispered softly, eyes fluttering shut as he laid his head back on the blanketed ground.
Mutely, she shook her head, eyes roaming his face. She bent to kiss his cheekbones, along his face to the hollow behind his ear, then came back up to repeat the process on the other side, draping herself across him. One hand brushed through his curls, and she laughed softly.