She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure she'd heard him.

His hand didn’t move right away, it lingered at her waist, warm against the thin fabric of her shirt. Isabel opened her mouth, unsure what she was even going to say, when his hand slid lower, fingers trailing the curve of her stomach.

Her breath hitched.

Her thighs tightened instinctively, and when his hand dipped just a little further, her breath escaped as a moan before she could stop it. She froze, embarrassed.

He ...