“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
“Mmmm.” She nosed along his hairline, then breathed in his ear. “I want you to tie my wrists together, and my feet apart. I want you to touch me anywhere, everywhere, until I can’t talk because I want you so badly. I want you to use me, over and over and over, until you’re exhausted.”
“Well now that’s a very good way of describing it to me. I suppose I can do that, or I could just leave you all hot and bothered after I start,” he said, moving in a blur and dropping her on the bed roughly.
Summer squeaked at the bounce, then grinned up at him, pushing herself up on her elbows. “You asked what I wanted. Now,” she tossed her head, “do whatever you like.” Reaching out one hand, she hooked it into the waistband of his jeans and tugged. “Come on, Pietro. You always take such good care of me.”