After another shudder, she went limp, utterly relaxed against the blankets, hands resting against his back. “I think you’ve killed me,” she murmured with a tiny smile. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Collapsing on top of her with a grunt and slotting his head in under her chin, Isaac smiled against her skin and shook with laughter. “What a way to go though, Summer,” he whispered breathlessly and shifted atop her, his eyes fluttering shut.
Her hands drifted up his back, stroking slowly over the sweat-damp skin. She loved the sense of lean muscles, slowly shifting under the velvet smoothness of his skin. “How do you even do that?” she whispered. “You’re so tall, how can you even fit yourself like that?”