“Can’t tell if you’re lying,” she muttered. “All my senses scrambled up. Is that a yes?” She grabbed his shoulders, right up in his space, practically pressing up against him. “Come on, come on.”
“Well I’m not. And it’s a maybe,” he said looking down at her with a grin. “Well that is certainly helping your cause,” he said moving his hands to her hips. “But I need a bit more than you want to fuck.”
Summer shuddered hard when he touched her. “Why? Why? You’re young, the hormones, why are you fighting me?” Her fingernails curled into his skin. “Please, I’ll tell you anything you want after, just — after, please.” Pulling herself onto her tiptoes, she tried to kiss him.