Summer shivered, tilting her head half-involuntarily to expose more of her throat. A platinum chain glittered there, leading between her breasts under the shirt. “You’ve forgotten what I want so soon?” Her voice was light, teasing, but a tremor broke the surface of it.
“Oh, believe me I remember exactly what you want.” Oz bit down on her neck hard, sucking also before pushing her against the wall and pressing himself onto her. “In here or do you have a bedroom?” he growled, forehead touching hers so they were eye to eye.
“Careful,” she warned softly. “Bedroom’s down the hall.” She got her arms around his neck, winding one hand into his hair. “You in a hurry?” Her accent — southern — thickened, turning her words into a slow drawl.