She pushed herself up on one hand, unlacing his shirt. “Irresistible,” she muttered. “Everything about you … it’s unfair.” She kissed the patch of exposed skin beneath his shirt lacings, eyes hooding at the way he shifted under her.
Isaac’s pale cheeks coloured pink at the compliment, and he arched up into her lips, goosebumps rising on his skin at the contact. “I’m not doing it deliberately, whatever it is…” he protested helplessly, free hand curling in the blanket as the other gently tugged on her hair.
“That just makes it stronger,” she whispered before kissing him again, hard and fierce. She arched into him, body begging to be touched, stripped of cloth and worshipped with hands and mouth.