When they finally pulled apart, Alice looked embarrassed. She punched Isaac lightly on the chest.
"Idiot..." she muttered, cheeks red. "You should've said it earlier."
Isaac chuckled. "I was waiting for the right moment."
She looked away, but didn't move from his arms.
After a while, their eyes met again.
Without saying anything, Isaac leaned in, and she rose to meet him. Their lips pressed together in a kiss that burned with sudden intensity.
This kiss was fiercer, more urgent than before.
Isaac's tongue grazed her lips, seeking more, and Alice parted them willingly, letting him in.
Their tongues met, warm and slick, moving together in a way that sent a rush through them both.
He tasted her—a faint sweetness mixed with the heat of the moment—and his hands slid to her waist, pulling her in.
Her body pressed into his, large curves against his frame, and he could feel her pulse quickening.
His hand slipped under her shirt to touch the warm skin of her lower back.
