“Oh, I /see/.” Summer’s smile was wry, amused, a little cutting. “Very well then.” A single smooth motion had her off the bed and to her feet, circling around to stand before him, heedless of her nudity. She traced her hands up his chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders, then knelt, slowly, laughter in her eyes. Quick hands had his pinstripes undone before she sat back on her heels. “I think you’ll want to assist me here.”
Oz smirked. “Assist meaning?” he toyed, running his hand up and into her hair, brushing it back.
She arched a brow. “Difficult to remove clothing you’re sitting on,” she pointed out wryly. She rocked back to her feet, just a few inches taller than him, and cupped one hand under his chin, lifting it to kiss him intently.