She went utterly boneless under his hands. “You began it,” she murmured. “Are you so fragile, then? Enough.”
Oz tightened his grip, reaching down and laying his hand down flat on her ass. “Enough what?” he questioned.
Oh, that was funny. He thought he could dominate her without asking first. Summer spoke very calmly. “You don’t want to do that.” A warning, first. But the fire trickled through her veins, waiting to be called.
He shrugged. “Alright,” he said, letting go and sitting beside her.
She rolled to one side, propping herself up on an elbow. “You came here for a reason. What was it?” Her free hand lazily stroked over his thigh.