She all but held her breath when he spoke, aching for him, and colour rushed into her face as he looked at her. What would he do? She could not make it any clearer — and then he was picking her up, fast and a little rough, and his mouth was on hers, and she drowned in his kiss. She kissed him back fiercely, biting at his lip and sinking her hands in his hair.
Pressing his entire front against her, one hand cupped her rear as the other tangled in her hair, and he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth as he ever so slowly pushed his hips against hers. He was never spontaneous like this, but there was something about Summer that caused all of his inhibitions to vanish and to let lust and desire control his every movement.
She pulled her mouth from his to gasp, shuddering in his grip. “Bed,” she managed, throwing her head back against the wall to encourage him to kiss her throat. Her skirts tangled her legs, long as they were, and she wanted to be able to wrap herself around him.