She flicked her tongue out over her lips, pretending to consider, then slowly slipped her hands up under his shirt again. Inch by inch, she pushed it up his torso, watching his face the entire time.
Eyeing her tongue with wide eyes, Isaac took a deep breath and lifted up his arms to aid her in removing his shirt. Once his chest was bared, he fought the tempting urge to cover himself with his hands, automatically glancing at her for approval.
“Shhh,” Summer hummed. Keeping one hand braced against his side, she ran the fingers of the other down the centre of his chest lightly. There were no scars, but his muscles were faintly defined, and she smiled softly. She did it again, this time curling her hand so her nails skimmed his skin.