She pulled away so fast she cracked her head on the wall. “If you want a quick lay, you can leave.” All the warmth was gone from her voice and expression. “You aren’t that deprived.”
He looked down, thinking for a second before looking back up. “I guess I could wait,” he said, biting his lip gently.
Summer tipped her head, hand still inside his shirt, warm on his ribs. “Do you want to tell me, or to forget?” She spoke very gently.
“Tell you what?” he questioned, looking down at her and kissing her deeply before pulling back.
“The thing that makes you want so badly.” Stepping in, she pressed her mouth to his collarbone, peeling his shirt away. “Your having to ask that tells me you want to forget. So forget. Seduce me, Oz. Make me want you.”