“You really think so?”
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Isaac laughed a little and kissed her again, tugging his jeans off and kicking them out of the way before getting to work on hers.
Their hands got tangled together trying to get her jeans off, and the tight fabric took one of her socks with it. “Thank god I don’t wear shoes with laces,” she giggled, flopping back into the couch cushions with her arms flung over her head. Tendrils of loosened hair framed her face.
“Well?” she challenged. “Still think I’m attractive?” She knew she wasn’t toned and tan like most California girls; she was all long limbs and olive skin and tiny scars from kitty claws. She didn’t do anything to make her body sexy; simply presented herself as she was.
Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.