“Would I do — are you /licking/ me?” Summer pulled away, snickering and catching at him. She dragged in a breath when she saw his eyes, but it wasn’t fear. “That should not turn me on,” she muttered.
“You…it’s a possessive thing, I’m sorry…” he whispered helplessly, cheeks colouring scarlet as he closed his eyes, failing to control himself. “It’s…it’s because of…well, I’m aroused, okay? This happens every Full Moon and I…sorry, Summer…”
She nosed at him. “Shhh. I’m not complaining. That’s a useful thing to know. Two useful things.” Dotting little kisses along his cheekbones, she murmured, “Do you have enough brain to talk about something else for a moment, though?”