Summer looped both arms around his neck. “Don’t be chivalrous,” she whispered. She pulled his head down again, kissing him, softer but just as passionate.
“It wasn’t my intention,” he breathed out and pressed up against her, leaning down in order to deepen the kiss as his hands tentatively settled on her waist.
She shivered a little, whimpering, and stepped in closer, until they were pressed against each other from ankle to hip. “Take me to your bedroom,” she whispered, between kisses.