A chuckle rumbled in the back of Issac's throat at her internal joke, followed by a low groan as her fingers wrapped around him. "You could take whatever you want in your hands," he whispered against her ear, his voice heady with desire. "And if you need help not thinking too much, I can help with that."
Issac sucked on her ear lobe, scraping his teeth lightly over the skin. His own hand travelled from her chest, lightly down to the flat of her stomach and brushed his fingers teasingly close to her.