Summer smirked. “Try to keep you quiet.” She put her one hand on his hip, thumb running over his stomach, and used the other to lift his face to hers. Then she kissed him again, more passionately this time, plundering his mouth greedily.
”I didn’t know I was supposed to be fair,” she purred softly. She stroked his cheek, tracing the cheekbone, and kissed the path of her fingers. Reaching down, she grabbed Pietro’s wrists, shaking gently. “Ah, no. I thought I was supposed to work for it?” She pinned his hands to her hips and shifted again a little.