She made another happy sound, almost purring, and tipped her head a little away from his mouth. “Are you going to wash all of me, Isaac?”
Whining and chasing her with his lips, he smiled against her skin and nodded, his hands ghosting her lower stomach. “Am I allowed to, Summer? I promise to keep the touches innocent and behave myself.”
She scolded, “Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep. Insatiable man.” Finding the soap again, she bopped him with it. “Get to work!”