“I want your hands,” Summer murmured, covering the one at her hip with her own. “You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man, and you look like you know what to do with them.” Stepping right up to him, so close their bodies touched, she went on, lowering her voice even further, “I want your hands everywhere, and your mouth. I want to slide my nails down your back while you call my name into the darkness.” Deliberately, she licked her lips, running her tongue along her top lip.
He absentmindedly rubbed his callused thumb over the knuckles of her hand. “You know, most people don’t care for my hands. Too rough, too scarred. They overlook their dexterity. But that, and then some…can be arranged,” he murmured before leaning down and kissing her.
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.