“You really think so?”
It was a good thing she had the wall at her back now, because the tingles chasing her spine were threatening to take her legs out from under her. She tightened her legs around Isaac’s body, locking her ankles together, and scraped her nails down his back.
Isaac moved from her lips to her neck, attaching his lips there and sucking lightly before moving to a new spot. He reached for the hem of her shirt and started pushing it up, pulling it off over her head and tossing it, leaving it elsewhere and pressing flush against her, skin to skin.
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.