Isabel pulled away, her breath shaky, eyes searching his face for a sign of what he was thinking. For a split second, Isaac said nothing but then he grabbed her waist and pulled her back in.
His mouth crashed onto hers with heat that shocked her.
There was nothing soft about it this time, his grip was firm, his hand slipping to the curve of her back as he deepened the kiss.
She gasped, her fingers instinctively clutching the lapel of his jacket, steadying herself as the world around them disappeared.
The crowd exploded. Cameras fired like lightning, but Isaac didn’t seem to care. His mouth moved against hers like he meant every second of it.
By the time he finally pulled away, Isabel’s cheeks were burning, her fingers still curled around his jacket. Her chest rose and fell in quick
