That earned him a long arch of the neck. She pulled one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, leaving the top of the dress draped around her waist. “This is not a very good outfit to do a striptease in, and I am so bad at this.” She laughed and leaned back over, poking her nose in his bellybutton. Abandoning her dress for the moment, she unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his pants.Summer looked up, through her eyelashes, the length of his body. “You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, crawling back up to stretch out alongside him. “Why don’t you do something about that?”
“Then make it a goofy striptease,” he advised, snickering quietly. “Not like we’ve been so-damn-serious up to this point. Why start now?” And he would get to see her sans clothing regardless, which was always good.
He grinned. “As you command.” He unfastened his pants, hitched his thumbs into his belt loops, and arched his hips away from the mattress, so he could begin sliding his pants down, his hips shifting slowly to better facilitate the action. He pulled them down far enough that he could kick them off, and then dropped flat again to stretch. He slid her a glance. “That any better?” he asked, because of course he had neglected boxers for the day.
Summer swallowed hard. “Much,” she whispered. Wriggling backward off the bed, eyes dark and biting at her lip, she slid the dress all the way off to pool at her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of it. Red waves of hair slipped over one shoulder as she turned her head to look at Tony, one hand smoothing the strap of her bra off her shoulder.
Twisting around, she repeated the action on the other side, then unhooked the back. Under the fall of hair, her hands slid over bare skin, diamonds flaring briefly between strands of red. Slowly, she stepped toward the bed again, eyes shyly hidden beneath lashes. One hand traced the curve of her hip.