A low groan escaped her throat when she opened her mouth for him, all the whirling scenarios finally coming down to one thing, wiped flat by input. She couldn’t help pushing up on her toes, wanting to get closer, wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered, lashes brushing against his face.
Tony could feel how eager she was, making him more eager as well. He reached down and easily lifted her off the ground, their lips still together in embrace. He propped her up on his waist and carried her across the room. But he stopped outside the door leading to his bedroom and broke from the kiss. “Is this what you want?” he asked softly.
Summer was breathing hard, clinging to Tony’s neck. She’d squeaked when he picked her up as easily as lifting a child. “Maybe … not so fast. I /really/ don’t want to be just another notch, Tony.” It was so hard to say those words, when what she really wanted was to give in gleefully and forget everything except the feel of his skin under her hands.
