She bites her lip, nodding, and strokes a slow finger along his collarbone. “Don’t stop.”
Summer takes a slow breath, feeling her breasts rise against his chest. “Percival.” His hands trace over her skin, and the fine hairs rise behind it, and she shudders. An ache rises up through her, and she reaches up and cups his face, kissing him slow and deep and filling it with all her new passion.