Summer looked up at him, along the length of his body, one eyebrow cocked up. “Please what?” she murmured, not moving.
Blushing scarlet as she shamelessly eyed him up, he rocked his hips pointedly and bit down on his bottom lip. “Please touch me?”
“I thought I was.” She dipped her head to kiss around his belly button again, licking at the faint salt-sweat taste and the fine hair. A single nervous spark far down whispered that she didn’t know what she was doing, and what if he didn’t like it, but she ignored it.