“Like this?” She pulled lightly again. “Perhaps you should stop me then, Tony.” That came out as a purr. “Because I don’t think I can resist the temptation of putting you on your knees with something so very simple.” One hand came free to draw her nails over his beard, then trace his lips with a fingertip. “Try to stop me,” she whispered darkly.
“Summer…” he warned, his voice deeper than normal. “Play with fire, you get burned.” He nipped at her fingertip before flipping them around and pinning her hands to the headrest. “Now look what you’ve done. Tsk….” Tony ghosted his mouth over hers, relocating to focus on her neck, intent on leaving marks.
“You can wait. We are almost there.”
‘Play with fire.’ That made her laugh, breaking into that startled giggle again when Tony reasserted control. She tried to chase his mouth briefly, but gave it up as a bad job when he found her throat, throwing her head back to give him more skin. the coil of hair slipped from around his neck, unwinding to pool and spill over his arm. “Maybe I want to get burned,” she responded, rocking up into him.
“Noted,” he murmured against her skin before biting down sharply. Tony abruptly pulled away as the the car stopped, smirking. “I told you I could make it to the bedroom. The question is if you have self control…”
“I, Mr Stark,” she began, voice perfectly level, “cheat.” One quick hand snagged a lock of hair over his ear and tugged, before she gave him a wide smile and let go, eeling out from under his grip and to the car floor. Summer popped the door open and scrambled out, giving a quick shake to her skirts to settle them. “Coming, Tony?” she asked sweetly.