“I expect,” the redhead said, eyes crinkling, “you to do exactly as you like.” She closed her eyes and inhaled. “You smell so good. Not like sweets at all, just — good.”
“Hmm?” Holly made a noncommittal humming sound before she pressed back against Summer and took her hand in her own. Holly brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to Summer’s palm.
“Careful, Holly,” Summer breathed. “Keep that up and there will be taking advantage before we even get to dinner.”
“I’ve always preferred dessert to dinner.” Holly kissed her way up Summer’s arm leading up to her neck, where she bit her.
Summer squeaked. “Holly!” She put her hand under Holly’s chin, forcing the other girl’s face up, and kissed her hard, no teeth or tongue, just forceful and demanding and controlling. After a long minute, she let go, green eyes half-lidded and dark. “Where is your bedroom?”