”You had only to ask,” Summer purred. She drew in a sharp breath when his mouth met her breasts. Freed of the need to cling to him merely to remain upright, she began to lightly trace the bones of his shoulders and back, scraping fingernails over the marks on his skin. One hand drew upward to caress the shape of his ear and tangle in his hair, slender fingers clenching when his hand found a particularly sensitive spot.