He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
“I’m sure you’ll get me back at some point.” He chuckled and curled his fingers around his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed as he moved down even lower. Pressing a kiss to Summer’s lower spine, he coaxed his legs apart and tenderly traced a fingertip around his entrance.
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.