“That just makes it stronger,” she whispered before kissing him again, hard and fierce. She arched into him, body begging to be touched, stripped of cloth and worshipped with hands and mouth.
“If I knew what it was that I was doing, I’d keep on doing it to make you look at me like that,” he breathed out and moaned as their bodies shifted and aligned together, his hands tugging on the fabric of her dress, eager to rip it from her but he knew he had to be respectful of the clothing.
Summer took one of his hands and pulled it to the top of the lacing at her back. “Go on,” she whispered.