There’s a pulse in my body, vibrating every pressure point. <i> “I like kissing you.” <i><br />His hand lowers to my waist. <i> “I could kiss you forever.” </i><br />I lazily glance at him from under my eyelashes. <i> “Just kissing.” </i> Because I think I’ll combust if we do more.<br />The right side of his mouth quirks. <i> “Just kissing. And some touching.” </i> To prove his point Isaiah’s hands caress my back, weave into my hair and slide against the dip of my waist.<br />Yes, definitely some touching. I inhale deeply, reminding myself that breathing is still a requirement. <i> “I agree. Some touching. No new clothes off.” </i><br />Because I’d probably pass out at the thought of his jeans off. They already hang low on his hips. Too low. Very low. Low enough that I start to imagine what more there is to him.<br />Isaiah wraps his hand around the back of my neck and performs this deep massage that makes my eyes roll into my head in ecstasy. <i> “I’ll put my shirt back on if you want.” <br />“No,” </i> I breathe out. <i> “I’m fine with it off.” </i> More than fine.</i></i>