Summer shivered again, feeling like her skin crinkled with the way her nerves reacted. “Liar,” she muttered. “Oh god.” She squirmed under the inexorable teasing and the gentle strength of his hold.
“Pants on fire.” He nibbled on her earlobe and splayed his hands out across her rib cage, burying his face in her hair and inhaling. “And you can call me Isaac.”
That made her laugh again, breathlessly, covering her face with both hands. “You’re going to do those jokes, seriously? Now? While you’re doing that to me?”