She whispered, “Me either.” Her breath came shaky against his skin, and she whimpered as he thrust up against her. “Please,” she said hazily, “please, touch me.”
He nodded and licked at his lips, eyes roaming her torso as one hand followed the trail, stilling at her waistband. “You…you mean here?” he whispered nervously and rocked up against her once more, cheeks colouring scarlet.
Summer tried to clear her mind, moaning when he shifted again and clutching at him. “My bed,” she managed, “around the corner … Isaac … !” It was sheer torture to have his hand so close, and not moving.