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.
Pietro shivered a little as she licked him and rolled his eyes as his clothes burned away, “I’m glad you have control there, I would like not to catch on fire myself.”
Summer ran her finger down his chest again, without the fire, and said, “Oh, I intend to set you on fire in a completely different way.” Gently she pushed him back onto her couch.