She arched a brow. “Difficult to remove clothing you’re sitting on,” she pointed out wryly. She rocked back to her feet, just a few inches taller than him, and cupped one hand under his chin, lifting it to kiss him intently.
“It is?” he mumbled into the kiss, returning the favor. “I have done it before.” Oz’s hand kept playing with her hair, running his tongue along her lip.
Summer chuckled, drawing away slightly. “You just want me to do all the work while you lie back and feel superior. But that was not the suggestion you agreed to.”