Lisa lay against Isaac's chest under the steady downpour of hot water for a moment and tried to get her breathing under control, one hand gently stroking the back of his neck. She was exhausted, a product of both a challenging flight and what she thought was one of the hottest shags she'd ever had. And that wasn't even counting the water.
They stepped out of the shower in silence, and she was glad he was still holding onto her, because she wasn't sure she could trust her legs quite yet. Then Isaac carried her back into the bedroom, and she found herself surprised at the softness of his voice. But then, he didn't need the flirtations and come-ons now; he'd already got the girl, hadn't he?
"Hmm, okay? Yes. But I don't know," Lisa said, running a hand lazily along his side. God, she was spent. Her body felt limp, her muscles unresponsive. "I think there are a few things we could work on perfecting."