Summer giggled. “Do you need to check me all over? Sniff for hidden wounds? No fangs, please.”
“I can’t smell any blood.” He shrugged and nosed at the crook of her neck, humming and inhaling her familiar scent as he pressed a kiss to the underside of her chin.
She shivered a little at the sensation. “Are you sure you don’t need to check? I could be all scraped up under my clothes.” It was hard to sound sultry, which she sucked at anyway, and teasing, and not giggle at the same time.