“You think so?”
“You,” she says against his throat, “need to learn to take my time with some things. I know it’s /agonisingly/ slow for you, but really.” She bites his earlobe, gently, and kisses her way back down to his collarbone. “You could be teasing too.”
Pietro nodded as his finger traced down her back, vibrating it softly as he moved it up her neck. “Well would help to have more room to work.”
“Is that so?” Lifting both eyebrows to go along with the arch tone, Summer pushes herself up to pull her shirt over her head, shaking out her hair. “Better?”