“You really think so?”
Summer wanted to bare more of her throat to him, but the wall was in the way. When he pulled her shirt off, her necklace dropped against her skin, cold metal and stone, and she made a sound before fitting her hands to the back of his head, fingers entwined in the curls, and kissing him again. This time she nipped at his mouth.
Isaac parted his lips and took her lip between his teeth, pulling lightly and humming, hands roaming her body. He pulled back and looked around, spotting a couch. He carried her over there with inhuman speed and laid her down before hovering over her and kissing her again.
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.