Summer spluttered, giggling into the kiss. “You are /not/! You did that all entirely on purpose.” She shoved at one shoulder. “You like it when I watch you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you show off.” Her voice was scolding, slightly, but such a wide smile wreathed her face it was clear she was by no means complaining. “Get your stuff, you — you wolf. Behave.”
“I did not.” He batted his eyelashes angelically and laughed aloud, peppering kisses across her face as he reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair. It was clear that he wasn’t at all bothered at her wrath, and he simply cast her a crooked smile and pressed their foreheads together. “Calling me a wolf isn’t exactly an insult, you know.”
“You did.” She pushed back, picking his hand out of her hair. “Do you want to go to the beach, or don’t you? We’ll be all alone, far away from prying eyes or noses, doing anything we want … ” Her voice dropped lower, suggestively, implying the natural result of all their touching and teasing. “Can’t do that here … “