Summer shoves at his shoulder. “Not there! Don’t do that, I hate that, it makes me feel like a child.” She turns her head away with a huff, annoyed that her lovely mood had been spoiled.
He cocked a brow, sighing slightly before a smile tugged at his lips as he grinned and leans down to kiss her neck. “Does this not make you feel like a child?”
She tries to hold on to her pique, though it’s hard when he’s doing that. Unconsciously, she just bares her throat to him even more, arching up into him. “Mordred … if you keep doing that … “