[ As much as he'd been wanting to kiss her for ages - for weeks now, since that day at the of the mountain, with Cadelle sprawling in front of them, the setting sun lighting it all on fire - as much as he'd been wanting to since then... He has to admit that waiting makes this moment even more.
He's been dreaming about it. He's been imagining it, in all sorts of scenarios, all sorts of moments and timeframes and possibilities. But none of them would ever top this, the real thing, Izzy on top of him, rolling her hips into him and making him moan against her lips, unable to keep it in as the movements spark lightning, from his groin up through his spine.
If they were somewhere else, somewhere more private, he might push his fingers further down the back of her jeans, test limits and boundaries. There are conflicting thoughts in his head still, but Isabelle has made it clear now that her interest lies in him, even with his faults and his flaws.
But if they stay here, and keep going like this, Baby will genuinely lose all control. He's sure it's not what either of them wants, and so he breaks the kiss reluctantly, one hand gripping the waistband of her jeans, the other closed around a fistful of her hair - without tugging - as he kisses along her cheek, her jaw, one two three four lingering kisses before he rests his forehead to hers. ]
I want to keep doing this forever but I'm going to get arrested for public indecency in a minute if we keep going. [ It's a whisper, but it's apologetic all the same. He is, truly, sorry about it. ]
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He's been dreaming about it. He's been imagining it, in all sorts of scenarios, all sorts of moments and timeframes and possibilities. But none of them would ever top this, the real thing, Izzy on top of him, rolling her hips into him and making him moan against her lips, unable to keep it in as the movements spark lightning, from his groin up through his spine.
If they were somewhere else, somewhere more private, he might push his fingers further down the back of her jeans, test limits and boundaries. There are conflicting thoughts in his head still, but Isabelle has made it clear now that her interest lies in him, even with his faults and his flaws.
But if they stay here, and keep going like this, Baby will genuinely lose all control. He's sure it's not what either of them wants, and so he breaks the kiss reluctantly, one hand gripping the waistband of her jeans, the other closed around a fistful of her hair - without tugging - as he kisses along her cheek, her jaw, one two three four lingering kisses before he rests his forehead to hers. ]
I want to keep doing this forever but I'm going to get arrested for public indecency in a minute if we keep going. [ It's a whisper, but it's apologetic all the same. He is, truly, sorry about it. ]