It was as if that one tiny movement lit a fire under his ass, because he cupped my face with both hands and deepened the kiss in seconds. This was different than last night. It was hungry and needy, a kiss that told me how badly he wanted to take this further than he ever could with words.

It was a kiss that said he wanted to put his previous words into action.

It was a kiss that I, right now, right this second, was fully on board with.

Isaac parted his lips and flicked his tongue against mine. I did the same, allowing him to take the kiss even further. Desire sparked across my skin in little bursts of shivers that touched me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I reveled in every single touch.

Every beat of my heart as he kissed me.

He kissed me like he was starving.

I drank it in, relishing every moment. A part of this was still so surreal, but I pushed that to the back of my mind as our bodies reacted to one another. His cock hardened against his pants, pressing against me, and my thighs clenched to control the ache that was building between my legs.

A deep, needy ache that took everything inside me to suppress.

Isaac cupped the back of my head, slipping his hand into my hair, and dragged his lips up my jaw until they were but a millimeter from my ear. “I want you, Hannah. I want to pull you upstairs and kiss you until you can’t breathe. I want to throw you on the bed and put my face between your legs until you’re fucking it. I want to flip you on your knees and grab your hips and tug on your hair until you’re screaming my name in pleasure. I want to do everything I said I would do in that first texting session when I know you sat in this house and played with your clit until you came.”

My mouth was dry. I ran my tongue over my lips in a desperate attempt to wet them and my mouth, but it was no good. It didn’t work. All it did was make me want to do it again and again in the hopes it would work.

It didn’t.

I know. I tried three times.

“But if you don’t want that, tell me now. I’ve made it clear how I feel, but understand this: I will respect whatever you say to me,” he continued slowly.

“Even if I tell you I never want to speak to you again?”

“As long as I can tell you your cat needs his vaccinations first.”

“Duly noted. Now, shut up and leave.”

He pulled back, a flash of shock in his eyes.

“Kidding. Shut up and kiss me.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered before doing just that. It was just as deep and hungry as the last one, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him to me.