She looked thoughtful for a second. “Are you particularly attached to those clothes?”
“Not at all,” he said smiling. “Why?”
Summer smiled, tilting her head to the side. “Because this.” One hand traced a light line down his chest, leaving a burning trail behind that grew lines along his sleeves until the remaining fabric fell to the floor. “Much better,” she said proudly, and leaned forward to lick delicately at his skin.