Before long, Summer realised, somewhere in her mind that was still capable of thought, she was going to have to make him stop. Not now, though, she decided, passionately returning his kiss. Not right now. She looped her free hand over his back, tracing the muscles under his thin shirt.
He shivered and tensed briefly at the contact, before letting out a soft groan as her hands skimmed his torso, moving to splay out across the bumps in his spine. Arching up and pushing back into the touch, he smiled into the kiss.
She broke away, just enough to breathe and smile back. She could feel her face heating, but she had no idea what to say. She brushed her hands up his spine again, counting each knob, feeling the way his shoulders flexed and moved.