Summer laughed, tossing the swimsuits on the counter. “And you’ve never been a fool?” She turned in his hands and leaned on the edge of the sink, sliding her hands up his chest. The fingers of one hand found a button and played with it.
“Hey, you’re just being cheeky now. I wouldn’t say that that was being good at all, would you?” He smirked playfully and shivered as she let him pin her against the sink, pushing his upper torso into her roaming fingers as his own curled tightly around her hips.
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.”