“You really think so?”
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
Isaac held her gaze, watching her for a moment before smiling. She really was beautiful — gorgeous blue eyes, firey red hair… And the way she looked at him. Man, he loved the way she looked at him. He kissed her again, eager but a bit softer than before.
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.