“You really think so?”
The motion of his hands over her bare skin made her whimper again, hips twitching. Sparks flashed through the nerves in her gut. She hesitated for a second, torn between pinning him flat to kiss and lick and bite her way down his body, and melting helplessly under his hands and mouth while he did the same to her.
Isaac smiled against her lips, hands moving up over her breasts before moving back down to her hips. “Tell me what you want,” he said, starting to kiss her neck again, pulling her close and wrapping her legs around him. “Do you want to do what we were doing earlier?” he asked, flashing her a grin.
Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.