Summer shook her head slightly, still lost in the kisses. When he pulled her down she wrapped her arms around his neck, instead, and shivered at their bare skin pressed together. She tugged lightly at his hair, fingers tangled in the curls. “Please,” she panted, against his mouth.
Pushing his head into her hands, his eyes widened comically and then, he hesitated. “I…what do you mean?” he whispered and arched upwards, clearly lost but desperately seeking touch, his breathing hard and heavy as he deepened the kiss.
“Want you,” she managed, breaking away from his mouth finally to kiss other parts of him, along his jaw and his throat. She left marks — tried to leave marks — along his collarbone, over his shoulder. “Want you,” she breathed, against the hollow of his throat.