He was too busy tangling his tongue with Isaac’s to respond to the werewolf’s equally less-than-subtle provocation, and just pulled his hands back to hold Isaac’s hips still.
And then the showerhead spat out cold water, instead of hot, and Summer yelped, jerking away from the spray. “Holy shit!”
He let out a soft whine and pushed his hips into Summer’s hands instead, fingers tangling in the damp hair curling around the nape of his boyfriend’s neck as he deepened the kiss.
But then, he pulled back and doubled over, clutching at his sides as he burst into hysterical laughter, smirking over at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Summer scrabbled at the showerhead, yanking it off the hook and aiming it directly at Isaac. “You ass. Out! Out!”