She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
Smiling brilliantly, he ran his hands up her bare legs, inching to the insides of her thighs as he lifted his hips to aid her in undressing him. Pushing his body into her hands as her fingers met bare skin, he moaned faintly and leaned down to deepen the kiss. “I need you, Summer…”
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.