“Collar I could do without. But I do like what’s going on here.” Tony smiled as Summer’s hand rubbed over his chest. “And if I did want you to take control…What would you say to that?”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I don’t know if you should trust me that much,” she said slowly. “This soon.” She glanced to the screen, not really seeing it. “We’ve only ever just kissed, just tonight … ” Very quietly, she added, “What if you change your mind?”
“Why would I change my mind?” Tony smiled placing his hand on hers. “I’m pretty convinced you’re not trying to murder me and I’m obviously pretty damn attracted to you.” He chuckled using his free hand to gesture to the lump in his pants.
Leaning forwardSummer blushed. “Yes, Tony,” she said meekly. Turning back to him, she pushed herself out of the curve of his body, facing him directly. A little fear still glittered in her eyes, but she ignored it. She slipped a hand behind his neck and leaned forward, kissing him hard. “Take your shirt off,” she whispered.
Tony could feel the apprehensiveness in Summer’s movements. He really wanted to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing. He wanted their first time to be special. “Summer. Are you one-hundred percent sure?”
“That I want you to take your shirt off? Yes. After that?” She tipped her head at him. “I guess we’ll see what happens. I’m shy, not naive.” She slid a hand up under the hem, ignoring anything else her fingers might brush.