At least Isabelle wasn't ogling him at the moment. She rolled onto her side with a soft sigh.

"Oh," she said lightly, "another thing you could think about while I'm gone: that time I let you come on my tongue. And showed you your handiwork. And made you lick up everything that spilled." A beat. "Actually, I should make you do that next time you come between my breasts. Lick it all up."

Was that an idle attempt to make it harder for him to calm down? Yeah, probably.