She undid one button, twisting it between her fingers. “You said I could be a little naughty,” she pouted. The other hand snaked behind his head, fingers sliding into his hair. Her eyes dropped to his chest, then flicked back up. “You could make me be quiet.”
“I like it when you’re naughty; it’s hot,” he murmured lowly and stilled his hips, eyeing her shyly as he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips. Grunting and angling his head back to push into her fingers, he swooped down to kiss her deeply, hands tentatively sliding up her shirt to splay out across her stomach.
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.