She kissed along his jawline, sliding open-mouthed kisses, until she reached his ear, nosing at the lobe. “Good to know.” Shifting back, she brushed her nose to his and smiled. “That’s an Eskimo kiss.”
Angling his neck, he shivered at the onslaught of kisses and let out a low groan, before mirroring her smile as he locked eyes with her. “I like that one too – it’s kind of cute.”
Summer huffed a laugh. “Yes, I’m good at cute.” She relaxed back into the couch, lifting a hand to run a fingertip over his lips. “Your turn. Try something. Anything.”