Isaac’s hands slid up Isabel’s sides, fingers curling into the silk at her waist as his mouth moved desperately against hers.

His hips pressed forward, body trembling with need. She tugged at the waistband of his pants, trying to pull him even closer, but his body went rigid. He pulled back suddenly, eyes wide, breath ragged.

She blinked at him, confusion swirling in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, voice cracking.

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. His eyes ...