Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.
Isaac held onto her, kissing her hungrily and rocking his hips against hers and pressing against her. He moaned quietly and pulled back a bit to look at her. He grinned and reached up to brush some of her hair back. “Here?” He asked.
“Here’s fine,” Summer murmured. “Or the bed’s around that wall.” She lifted a hand languidly to point at a half-height wall dividing the studio apartment nearly in half. Bookcases loomed over it. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, flicking her tongue out to lick the centre of it.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Isaac laughed a little and kissed her again, tugging his jeans off and kicking them out of the way before getting to work on hers.
Their hands got tangled together trying to get her jeans off, and the tight fabric took one of her socks with it. “Thank god I don’t wear shoes with laces,” she giggled, flopping back into the couch cushions with her arms flung over her head. Tendrils of loosened hair framed her face.
“Well?” she challenged. “Still think I’m attractive?” She knew she wasn’t toned and tan like most California girls; she was all long limbs and olive skin and tiny scars from kitty claws. She didn’t do anything to make her body sexy; simply presented herself as she was.
Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
Isaac held her gaze, watching her for a moment before smiling. She really was beautiful — gorgeous blue eyes, firey red hair… And the way she looked at him. Man, he loved the way she looked at him. He kissed her again, eager but a bit softer than before.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Isaac laughed a little and kissed her again, tugging his jeans off and kicking them out of the way before getting to work on hers.
Their hands got tangled together trying to get her jeans off, and the tight fabric took one of her socks with it. “Thank god I don’t wear shoes with laces,” she giggled, flopping back into the couch cushions with her arms flung over her head. Tendrils of loosened hair framed her face.
“Well?” she challenged. “Still think I’m attractive?” She knew she wasn’t toned and tan like most California girls; she was all long limbs and olive skin and tiny scars from kitty claws. She didn’t do anything to make her body sexy; simply presented herself as she was.
“Jesse is my obsessive, blackmailing, crazy ex.” She turned in her seat to try to catch Isaac’s eyes and instead found herself tempted to tangle her fingers in his curly hair. Stay on track, Summer, she admonished herself. “He broke up with me, but he won’t let me go now. I doubt hurting him is going to do a lot of good, and he’s going to pitch a fit the minute he sees you.”
“He’s going to assume you’re my boyfriend.”
Isaac raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “So what if you just told him that I’m not your boyfriend?” he suggested, wondering how the idea hadn’t crossed her mind.
“He’ll call me a liar and beat you up anyway.” Well, a liar and a lot of other hurtful things — nothing she hadn’t heard before, but standing in the face of the emotion behind it was another thing. “Now’s your time to back out, before we go inside.”
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
Isaac held her gaze, watching her for a moment before smiling. She really was beautiful — gorgeous blue eyes, firey red hair… And the way she looked at him. Man, he loved the way she looked at him. He kissed her again, eager but a bit softer than before.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Summer wanted to bare more of her throat to him, but the wall was in the way. When he pulled her shirt off, her necklace dropped against her skin, cold metal and stone, and she made a sound before fitting her hands to the back of his head, fingers entwined in the curls, and kissing him again. This time she nipped at his mouth.
Isaac parted his lips and took her lip between his teeth, pulling lightly and humming, hands roaming her body. He pulled back and looked around, spotting a couch. He carried her over there with inhuman speed and laid her down before hovering over her and kissing her again.
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
It was a good thing she had the wall at her back now, because the tingles chasing her spine were threatening to take her legs out from under her. She tightened her legs around Isaac’s body, locking her ankles together, and scraped her nails down his back.
Isaac moved from her lips to her neck, attaching his lips there and sucking lightly before moving to a new spot. He reached for the hem of her shirt and started pushing it up, pulling it off over her head and tossing it, leaving it elsewhere and pressing flush against her, skin to skin.
Summer wanted to bare more of her throat to him, but the wall was in the way. When he pulled her shirt off, her necklace dropped against her skin, cold metal and stone, and she made a sound before fitting her hands to the back of his head, fingers entwined in the curls, and kissing him again. This time she nipped at his mouth.
It was too hard to stay stretched up the foot of height difference between them for long. She dragged her kisses down along the line of his jaw, setting teeth to scrape at the column of his throat. “Don’t be passive,” she hissed.
That was really all the invitation Isaac needed to pick her up and turn them around, pressing her against the wall and kissing her firmly, wrapping her legs around his waist. He deepened the kiss, one hand under her thigh and the other on her neck.
It was a good thing she had the wall at her back now, because the tingles chasing her spine were threatening to take her legs out from under her. She tightened her legs around Isaac’s body, locking her ankles together, and scraped her nails down his back.
She didn’t say anything. Not on their way out, not the whole drive over, not while unlocking her studio apartment. Not while she pushed him up against the door and kissed him fiercely, fingers clenched in his shoulders.
Isaac let her have her silence. He just followed her all the way to the apartment and kissed her back when he was pressed against the wall. His hands flew to her waist and he pulled her against him eagerly.
It was too hard to stay stretched up the foot of height difference between them for long. She dragged her kisses down along the line of his jaw, setting teeth to scrape at the column of his throat. “Don’t be passive,” she hissed.
She looked at him for a long, silent moment, eyes flicking over his face. Blue eyes. Elegant nose. Sharp cheekbones. “I’m not,” she said finally. “So don’t say it. Don’t lie. You’re a teenage bundle of hormones and you want anything that holds still long enough.” She got up, and held out a hand. “Not here, after all. My place. I don’t want even a chance of being interrupted.”
Isaac stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not lying,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he told her, getting up and following her. “I don’t lie.”
She didn’t say anything. Not on their way out, not the whole drive over, not while unlocking her studio apartment. Not while she pushed him up against the door and kissed him fiercely, fingers clenched in his shoulders.
