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.”
He chuckled, standing up and inching down his pants at an easy pace. “Is this better for you?” he asked when they were around his ankles. He then stepped out of them.
“Oh, much.” Reaching out, she ran her hand along the line of his body, smoothing over his hip and tugging him closer. “A fine figure of a man, you are, but can you do aught with it?”