Summer huffed a laugh. “Yes, I’m good at cute.” She relaxed back into the couch, lifting a hand to run a fingertip over his lips. “Your turn. Try something. Anything.”
Parting his lips and then kissing her tenderly on the fingertips, he frowned and tilted his head to the side, before smiling. Moving down to nose at the underside of her chin, he slowly pressed a kiss to her neck.
She tipped her head back, exposing her throat to him, and made a soft hum. “Good, that’s good … ” She shivered at the drag of his mouth against her skin.