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.
Falling silent and allowing her to carry out whatever plan was running in her mind, Isaac smiled at the onslaught of kisses, one hand looping across her back to play with the hairs at the nape of her neck, the other laying by his side. He frowned slightly at the laughter and tilted his head to the side. “What’s so funny?”
“Your hair,” she murmured, tugging it gently. “The way the curls bounce.” She ducked her head down and nudged his chin up to kiss along his throat, nipping at the pulse under his skin. “How can a man be so … ” She stopped, at a loss for words, and laid a kiss right at the hollow of his throat.