Summer clung to the tree for a moment, gasping for breath, knees wobbly. What he could do to her … she wanted to know how to make him feel that way. She let her gaze linger on the length of his figure, stretched out on the blankets, before dropping to her knees on the edge and crawling toward him. “Isaac … “
He licked at his lips as he gazed over at her, taking her stance to imitate a predator stalking his prey, and he found it to be a rather attractive look for her. “Summer…” he whispered in response, stretching out atop the blankets, clad in just a thin shirt and pants, the sunlight dancing through his curls.
She stretched out beside him, carefully, aligning her body to his. The fingertips of one hand came to rest on his stomach, before she leaned up and in, pressing her mouth to his gently. She shivered against him, eyes dark.