Summer undid another button, although it took her a while, what with all the different things competing for her attention. When he started to push up her shirt, she hitched herself up on the counter’s edge and wrapped both arms around his neck, going back to kissing him passionately.
Flicking out his tongue to swipe it across the seam of her lips, he whimpered and lightly scratched at her bellybutton, trailing around the rim as he moved into the space between her legs. He had the feeling that it might take some time for them to leave the bathroom and head to the beach.
As he stepped close, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him in the same way he had her pinned to the counter. Chuckling, she tangled her tongue with his, and dropped one hand to finish attending to his buttons, until the shirt hung loose form his shoulders. Then she began to kiss her way down his throat. “You’re slacking,” she murmured wickedly.