She whimpered again, a little more dramatically. “It’s such torment, trapped here in front of you.” She stuck her lower lip out at him. “Can’t Buttons go faster?”
“Where would you rather be? Behind me? But then I can’t look at you, Summer,” he stated as if it were obvious, before licking his lips as he gazed at her. “Why are you in such a rush? This is supposed be a romantic and thrilling trip.”
A sly smile curved her mouth. She leaned back against him and murmured, “I’d rather be in your arms somewhere still and private, where I can look at /you/.” Her eyelashes dropped, and she purred, “I’m only in a rush to kiss you properly.”