Let’s face it.

It was inevitable that this would happen.

It may as well be right now when I was already tied up in knots because he’d kissed me like a champ.

“Without being too pushy, we need to take this elsewhere. Before Lucifer decides your ankle is a good snack again.”

“Without being too pushy?” I choked back a laugh. “Did you not just list off all the ways you’d like to fuck me senseless?”

“Not all the ways. I’m saving some for later.” He lowered his lips to mine and dragged my lower lip between his teeth. “I’m happy to continue right now, though…”

“Nope, upstairs it is.” I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him after me, leaving Lucifer in the kitchen alone. I was barely able to turn the light off before my feet hauled me toward the bottom of the stairs and up them.

Isaac’s steps echoed after mine, and I led him into my bedroom. My unfortunately untidy bedroom. Why was there a sock on my pillowcase? And how the hell had my bra ended up on my windowsill?

How in the fuck did that happen?

Thankfully, I didn’t have much of a chance to answer that or even begin to figure it out because Isaac pulled me against his body and kissed me. I curled my fingers into the collar of his ever-present polo shirt and flattened my body against him. Each flick of his tongue against mine sent licks of heat through my body.

Kissing him was intoxicating.

He tasted like the chocolate fudge cake mixed with desperation, and it was a terrifyingly addictive thing to experience.

Isaac’s hands slipped down my body and dragged up my shirt, bunching it around my waist. He slid one down inside my jeans and squeezed my bare ass, pulling my hips right into him.

My nipples were hard, ready to burst through the thin material of my tank top, and I fought a gasp when they brushed against his chest.

He smiled as if he knew before he resumed the kiss, hungrier than ever. Desperation took over, lust controlling us both, and we moved back toward the bed in a tangle of lips and limbs.

He broke the kiss and removed his shirt. I barely had a second to explore the toned expanse of his body before he kissed me again, dragging me against him, only to fist my shirt and yank it up my body.

I raised my hands so he could pull it up. My breasts sprang free when he tossed it aside, and our bodies came together once again in a mess of hands and kisses and tiny little giggles.

From me. The giggles were from me.

Isaac pushed me back onto the bed. I squealed as I went down, and he quickly covered my body with his, grinning as he slipped between my legs and kissed me again. This didn’t last as long. He moved swiftly to exploring my body, trailing his lips over my jaw and down my neck. My breath hitched when his lips came into contact with my nipples.