Summer tugged at her dress again, trying to pull it off over her head. It was hard with him distracting her, with the need to keep kissing him, touching him. Her hair caught on the neckline as she dragged the fabric over her head, spilling red tresses down her shoulder.
As her dress was tugged over her head, he allowed his eyes to roam her partially clothed body, a faint whine escaping him as he grew increasingly more impatient. Tangling his fingers in her hair as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, he peppered kisses across her flesh, locking eyes with her. “Please…”
“You too,” she murmured, pushing the heavy dark fabric off the bed and taking his face in her hands. She let her fingers smooth down along his throat and down the muscles of his shoulders, kissing any part of him she could reach.