In seconds Lily found herself in Isaac’s bedroom watching him pull off gloves, hat, coat and boots as if it was a speed test.

Then everything seemed to slow down.

Gently, he drew her close. His mouth fastened over hers in a deep, drugging kiss as she felt him sliding her hat from her head, her gloves from her hands, slow and gentle with the damaged one. Her hands floated up to stroke his face as he found the zip on her coat and eased it down. The coat slid to the floor.

It was warm in the room, warmer by the moment. His skin was fragrant with the scent of outdoors. She melted against him as his mouth caressed her cheeks, her eyelids and he fumbled with her fleece. ‘Stop me if I’m taking too much for granted,’ he breathed, sliding his hands under her top and grazing her back with his palms, prickling her skin as every hair stood on end.

‘Don’t stop,’ she gasped as he inched her top up and over her head, her hair tumbling softly back onto her shoulders and upper arms.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathed, his gaze on her breasts, cupped by her lacy, lavender-coloured bra, stroking her skin above the lace. A delicious tide of goose bumps followed his fingertips and her breasts tightened as he flicked open the bra and slid it from her, lowering his head to bring his mouth to her, licking, nipping, nibbling, sucking until she wasn’t sure her legs would keep her up.

Anchoring herself to him, she slid her hands up under his top, sighing at the feel of his skin, his body hair coarse yet silky. A couple of economic movements from him and the top was gone and she dropped her fingers to the fastening of his jeans.

‘Damned hand,’ she groaned after a moment. ‘I can’t undress you.’

His rumble of laughter was low in his throat. ‘Leave it to me.’ His jeans were gone in a moment.

Hers too.

Then he was easing her down onto the bed, the cotton softness of the duvet at her back as she found the satin-covered hardness of him, trickling her fingertips over his flesh, his breath hissing between his teeth as she meandered a pathway of kisses across his body. Struggling with keeping her injured hand out of the way and using the ‘wrong’ hand to touch him she kind of lost her place when he began exploring her, making her clench and push against him, wrap him in her arms and legs. His skin smelled deliciously of outdoors and the fine hair of his body slid over her skin until she felt as if she were encapsulated in a halo of sensitivity and sensation.

Soon she wasn’t really thinking. She was just doing.