“Were you bad?” she repeated in a disbelieving tone of voice. “Were you /bad/? No, I don’t think that’s the right word. Definitely not. But more practise won’t hurt.”
A cocky grin tugged on his lips then and he cocked his head to the side. “Would you like to practice some more kissing with me, Summer?” He murmured lowly and flicked out his tongue to wet his lips once more.
She watched his tongue move with the fascination of a cat for a toy, but still managed to say, “I don’t know. What’s in it for me?” The change in his smile made her shiver — that soft smile was bad enough, but boldness … was irresistible.