“You really think so?”
“Hey, no, I’m fine.” Summer cupped his cheek, smiling, eyes hazy. Curling over, she tangled her legs with his, bringing hips and mouths together. She kissed the taste of herself off his lips, licking and nipping. One hip pressed against his erection.
Isaac smiled, relaxing and kissing her back. He ran his hand over her chest and down her stomach, tracing over her hip as he deepened the kiss. Isaac tugged her closer and smiled, pressing one leg against her and starting to kiss down her neck.
Every time she thought she’d gotten settled into kissing him he moved, aiming for some other place, kissing some other part of her. She wondered, briefly, if maybe he was thinking about someone else. Probably. So she arched and sighed and moaned and pressed herself against him; rutted against him; smoothed her hands over strong shoulders and lean hips and the perfect plane of his lower back; and tried to convince herself this was going to mean nothing.
Despite knowing she wasn’t made that way.