Issac groaned when her nails pierced his skin. He pushed against her, his hips meeting hers, skin on skin, and his half excited body nudging between her thighs. Having delved into her mind while she was unconscious, he knew she had a bit of a crush on him- more than what he had picked up from her thoughts working beside her. Or more that it was Issac had become so used to sexualized thoughts around the circus that it took scuba-diving into someone's mind to notice a crush.
His hand continued to tease and caress her breasts as his lips dropped down her neck, nipping and kissing on the way.