“You really think so?”
Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.
Isaac grinned and shuddered, letting her do what she pleased. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly kicking them off and pushing them off the bed. He grinned at Summer and shifted, laying on his back and pulling her down on top of him.
“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.