Striking swiftly, she snatched his wrists. “My. Turn.” Her legs were still trembling, but she thrust herself up from the pillows long enough to remove her dress entirely, then draped her bare body over Humphrey’s back. Long fingers linked around his neck, tracing down the column of his throat and along his collarbones. “Your hands are very talented, Humphrey,” Summer murmured in his ear, “but surely listening to me beg isn’t all you had in mind.” She kissed behind his ear, winding one hand into his hair. “Extravagant gifts for one day of tormenting me, and nothing in it for you? Surely not.”