“Oh really?” Tony laughed, and kissed her again. He didn’t want to stop that, so she didn’t have to say that. So Tony sat on a chair and he took her in his lap. “I love you. That’s all,” he whispered.
“Tony … ” It was a moan, desire and pleasure and need tangling together. She put her head back, pressing her body close to his. She didn’t understand, but he meant what he said. God, it was glorious — the strength of his emotions, the strength of his arms, the way his mouth felt.
But Tony didn’t respond to her. He continued kissing her with a passion. He pressed his tongue inside teasing her more. Also he pressed her little body to his hugging her tighter to himself, like he was afraid that he could lose her.
Summer thought she might just melt on the spot. She kissed Tony back, arms around his shoulders clinging. He was clutching her so tightly she could hardly breathe, and it didn’t matter. “Please,” she begged.
Tony raised his eyebrow. “Do I hurt you?” For now he was a little afraid that he did, so he loosened his grip hoping that everything will be okay. “I just… I didn’t know what I hugged you so tight. I’m so sorry,” he whispered with fear in his voice.
“Shhh, no. I’m fine.” She dragged in a deep breath, nonetheless, and then slid her fingers into his hair. “Shhh, Tony. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you.” She pressed kisses to his temple, to his forehead, to his jaw and cheek.