“You really think so?”
“Point taken,” Summer responded. “Just how do you intend to persuade me, anyway? You don’t know /that/ much about me.” She shoved him over onto his back, climbing on top of him and pinning him flat before leaning down to kiss at his chest and incidentally grind against him. “I might make you crazy,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Isaac smiled, shaking his head. He ran his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes, humming and smiling. He resisted the urge to buck his hips up into her. “I think you’re already doing that pretty efficiently,” he mumbled, shuddering.
Summer chuckled, low in her throat. “What do you know about me that makes you think you could bear me for long, Isaac?” she purred, nipping at the edge of his rib cage.