“Your hair,” she murmured, tugging it gently. “The way the curls bounce.” She ducked her head down and nudged his chin up to kiss along his throat, nipping at the pulse under his skin. “How can a man be so … ” She stopped, at a loss for words, and laid a kiss right at the hollow of his throat.
“I can hardly control my hair!” He was near enough sulking then, bottom lip jutting out in a pout before he was once again distracted by her kisses. “O-oh, Summer…” he breathed out and closed his eyes, carding his fingers through her hair as he shifted once more. “How a man can be so…?” he prompted curiously, trying to focus on her words and not her actions.
She pushed herself up on one hand, unlacing his shirt. “Irresistible,” she muttered. “Everything about you … it’s unfair.” She kissed the patch of exposed skin beneath his shirt lacings, eyes hooding at the way he shifted under her.