Summer was breathing hard, clinging to Tony’s neck. She’d squeaked when he picked her up as easily as lifting a child. “Maybe … not so fast. I /really/ don’t want to be just another notch, Tony.” It was so hard to say those words, when what she really wanted was to give in gleefully and forget everything except the feel of his skin under her hands.
“Okay,” he nodded. As much as he wanted this, he understood every word of what she said. And she had good reason to feel that way. Tony was called ‘playboy’ for a reason. “Then not so fast…” he spoke softly and hugged her closer to him as he carried her back out into the living room. He carried her to the couch and set her down gently on the cushioning before sliding in next to her. “I’m not here to make you do anything you don’t want to, Summer.”
Her answering laugh was a little strained. “Just to tempt me unreasonably, I see.” Closing her eyes, Summer leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m not a toy, Tony. If you want to … persuade me, go ahead.” She sighed. “Just carrying me off to your bedroom to screw me senseless is not, in fact, actually very persuasive to me.”