A little dazedly, she said, “What? Don’t stop.” Fingertips scraped through his hair, and she pressed even closer, seeking his mouth.
He smiled and dove back in, absently nibbling on her earlobe as he nosed along her jawline, finally seeking out and capturing her lips in a tender kiss, Cracking his eyes open, he gazed down at her and smiled into the kiss.
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.