“M-make me weak in the knees with your voice?” She was pinned again between him and the counter, and couldn’t do anything except squirm helplessly in his hands. When did he get so good at that?
Grinning and watching their reflections, he kissed her tenderly along her jawline and neck, contradicting the gentle movements there as he tweaked and tugged on her nipples, pressing up right against her. “You feel so good in my hands, Summer – I could do this for hours until you were begging and pleading me for more.”
“Keep your mouth there, and it won’t take hours,” she muttered, hands clenching on the counter. She breathed hard, sucking her lip into her mouth and biting on it, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “I-isaac … ” she whimpered.