Isabel lay back against the pillows, watching as Isaac crawled over her, his body hovering just inches above hers.

His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head, caging her in without any true restraint.

She could feel the heat of him and the way his cock pressed against her thigh, already hard.

"You good?" he murmured, voice low, rough with the kind of want that made her stomach tighten.

She nodded, swallowing as his fingers traced down the side of her neck, slow and ...