“You’re still not saying stop,” Isaac muttered against her mouth.
Isabel gripped his shirt tighter, breath hot against his. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”
He kissed her again, harder this time, both hands sliding under her shirt, palms moving up her back. Her bra unclasped without warning. She gasped when the cold air hit her skin, but then his hands were there, cupping her, thumbs brushing over her n*****s.
Her head dropped back with a sharp inhale. “We shouldn’t.”
“You already are,” he breathed.
Their mouths crashed again. It was all teeth and tongue, breathless and uneven. She tugged his shirt up, hands fumbling with the buttons she was too impatient to undo properly.
“Take it off,” she snapped.
He pulled it over his head and tossed it. Her hands were all over his chest, n
