"Might have to make me," he replied seamlessly. He reached up to take hold of her hips, squeezing and holding on for the ride as she bounced herself on him over and over again.

He spared one hand to reach up and gather her hair, brushing it up and against her back. If he didn't think it would get him stabbed, he thought about tugging on it to tease her (he still wasn't entirely positive Isabela didn't have another dagger within reach somewhere.)

Abruptly, he braced his feet against the bed. "Hold still a moment," he said. If she obliged him, he'd respond by throwing himself up into her, thrusting as hard as he could for a few seconds. It was mostly to see what she'd do, at this point.