Summer shuddered again under that tone, eyelashes fluttering, and he forced himself to jerk back from just devouring Isaac all over again. “There must’ve been something else in that spell,” he rasped, clearing his throat. “Because you are just abnormally sexy.” He grabbed Isaac’s ankles and unwound him, backing up. “Where the hell is your shower anyway?”
Flicking out his tongue to wet his lips, he smirked and tilted his head to the side, toes curling as his legs were pushed away. He lay there laughing, sprawled out and looking thoroughly debauched, clearly in no mood to do anything other than lie there and watch Summer. “Through the door on the right.”
“You just gonna lie there on the sticky sheets?” the redhead inquired archly. “Because I was going to go let the hot water run all over my bare body. And rub soap everywhere — you could come caress my skin with your long hands — ” He lost the sentence in a snort of laughter at the absurdity of his own words.