Summer gave toward him, returning the kiss without expanding on it. She really wanted to see what more he would do, given encouragement; would he be hesitant and make her take the lead all the time, or was that cockiness more than just a show? She kept her hands where they were, but didn’t manage to keep as much control over her voice, a pleased sound escaping her.
What he lacked in experience, he made up for with pure enthusiasm, humming as he tentatively tugged on her bottom lip, mouth moving slowly against hers. He was loving this, and he was eager to learn more about what she liked and didn’t like, and how to cause her to continuing making those noises.
The problem with trying to wait and see what he would do was that he was irresistible. The more he kissed her, bit at her mouth, deepened the kiss, the more she had to return the same passion. For someone who had never kissed anyone before, he had very good instincts.