“You really think so?”
“Here’s fine,” Summer murmured. “Or the bed’s around that wall.” She lifted a hand languidly to point at a half-height wall dividing the studio apartment nearly in half. Bookcases loomed over it. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, flicking her tongue out to lick the centre of it.
Isaac shuddered and watched her, his eyes darkening. Isaac picked her up again, carrying her to the bedroom quickly and falling back on the bed, keeping her on top of him as he kissed her eagerly.
“You are going to have to start warning me before you do that,” Summer yelped. She wrapped both arms around his neck and held on tightly, fingers climbing up into his curls to tug. She’d wanted to do that for ages. When he kissed her again, she returned it with interest, hands exploring down his sides, before pulling away to start kissing down his chest.