Summer quickly hooked one arm behind his neck to help support herself. She flicked her tongue across his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, and pressed close. “Mmmm.”
Tony’s hand trailed from her hip down the outside of her thigh, lifting her up and pressing her flush against him as his mouth demanded more. His tongue traced over her lips before sliding alongside hers, teeth gently nipping in contrast. His other hand slipped into her hair and tugged gently, baring her neck as he broke the kiss to move his attentions.
“Bedroom?”
“Indeed.” Summer knew her face was flushed and did not care. “Lead the way, I beg you. And that’s all the begging you’ll get tonight,” she added with a saucy wink. A quick twist of hips disentangled her from the one hand, though the other remained caught in her hair. “That’s not a leash, you know, Mr Stark,” she told him.
Tony grinned and dropped his hand, only to gently grab her wrist and lead her along a series of hallways before slipping out the back entrance to where his driver was waiting.
“After you, sweets,” he murmured as he opened the door to the limo.
She had to fight with the voluminous skirts for a moment before she could get settled properly in the vehicle, and firmly forbade herself to gape. If there was anything at all to gape at, it was the man climbing in behind her, tall and dark and perfectly confident. The moment the door was closed, Summer tucked her legs up and slid next to him, taking one of his hands for a minute examination with lips, tongue, and fingertips.
“No sense wasting this whole time,” she explained, pressing a kiss to his palm.