She licked her lips, watching him avidly. “Yes. Good.” Deliberately she rolled herself off the bed, landing on her feet perfectly, and ducked back into the bathroom to grab whichever swimsuit was closest to the door. It turned out to be the little blue one, and she squirmed into it rapidly before bolting past Isaac and out the open doors with a giggle.
“Enjoying the show?” He grinned and watched her hungrily, fighting the urge to launch at her and bury his face between her legs once more, not wanting to overwhelm her. Perking up and then bounding after her, he easily caught her and pulled her into his arms. “Fast, but not fast enough, I’m afraid!”
Summer yelped with laughter, still trying to run while he held her. “Gazelle boy! You have those stupid gorgeous long legs.” Failing to escape his strength, she tried another tactic: kissing him.