“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
“What am I always wanting, Pietro?” she purred. “What have I wanted from you from the very beginning?”
“Well maybe I want to hear you ask for it. Tell me what you want Summer.”
“Mmmm.” She nosed along his hairline, then breathed in his ear. “I want you to tie my wrists together, and my feet apart. I want you to touch me anywhere, everywhere, until I can’t talk because I want you so badly. I want you to use me, over and over and over, until you’re exhausted.”