Isaac’s mouth crushed hers again, his hands already tugging her skirt up until it bunched at her waist.

Isabel gasped into the kiss when his fingers slid between her thighs and yanked her panties aside.

The sudden press of his hand made her jolt, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stroked her, slow at first then harder, until her hips began rocking helplessly against him.

“Isaac,” she whispered, breaking the kiss with a sharp breath. Her voice trembled. “Someone could ...