Still unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips light over the arc reactor, she tipped her head to catch his mouth again. Little sounds shaped of growing need slipped from her throat. At last she couldn’t reach any more buttons, and began to trace the veins and nerves under his skin, scraping red lines with her fingernails. She nudged his head up to kiss along the line of his jaw, biting at the edges of goatee and bone. “Bedroom, Tony,” she breathed in his ear.Tony groaned quietly as he kissed her again, and he grinned as the kiss broke. “Not feelin’ up to trying it out here?” he teased, as he slid his hand down her back once more. He cupped his hands under her thighs again, to disentangle her legs and set her down. “If you insist.” Her feet were only on the floor long enough for Tony to scoop her up bridal style and carry her into the bedroom. He set her down on the edge of the bed, shrugged his shirt off, and leaned down to kiss her, one knee on the edge of the bed as he pushed her back.
Summer giggled, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait, wait, Tony, my hair … ow.” She rolled over, trying to pull her hair out from underneath, and piled it on top of her head, then sat up to wrap her arms around his neck. “How,” she purred, “am I supposed to tie you up out there?”