She locked her ankles around his waist and her arms more tightly around his neck. “/I/ think you should let me down and we should get out the blankets. And then,” she whispered, biting at her lip, “you should teach me how to make you feel good. Like you do me.”
Carrying her with ease, he gently pressed her up against the nearest tree, not breaking the kiss as his eyes burn at the promise. “You already do, but that sounds perfect, Summer…” he breathed out with a delighted smile, lowering her to the ground before tugging to rummage for the blankets. Spreading them out of the soft, silky-like grass, he gestured for her to join him as he flopped down on top of them.
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 … “