“Please,” she murmured, shifting against him. Sliding sideways, she dragged at his shirt, spreading her hand wide across his stomach and stroking her fingertips lightly against his skin. “You feel so good,” she said hazily.
He grunted and stretched and shifted beneath her, light muscles rippling upon contact, eager to feel more of her against him. “Yes…” he hissed faintly, tugging away the remainder of her clothes as his hands roamed her now bare thighs, his eyes flashing with hunger. “Summer…”
She pushed the dress away, sliding one leg up over his body, curling her ankle over his knees. “Isaac … ” she whispered back. She pressed herself against him, body burning.