“Isaac, Isaac, stop.” Summer put her hand up, brushing fingers over his face, pushing him away gently.
Isaac stopped immediately and looked up at her with a puzzled look, hands dropping so he wasn’t touching her where she didn’t permit it.
She looked at him for a long, silent moment, eyes flicking over his face. Blue eyes. Elegant nose. Sharp cheekbones. “I’m not,” she said finally. “So don’t say it. Don’t lie. You’re a teenage bundle of hormones and you want anything that holds still long enough.” She got up, and held out a hand. “Not here, after all. My place. I don’t want even a chance of being interrupted.”
Oh, now, that was good. She just braced her hands on that bare skin — he was surprisingly light on body hair — and kissed him back, mouth working against his. It took a few seconds of kissing for her to part her lips for him, and then she whispered, “Even more attractive now.”
Isaac grinned, hands moving up and down her back and over her thighs, shaking his head a little at her words. “You’re one to talk, you know,” he said, eyes flashing and making him grin wider.
She had to pull back farther to look at his whole face, confusion written across hers. “What?”
Summer paused, lifting her eyebrows at that grin. “/You’re/ awfully confident.” She had been going to kiss him, but now she wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss her. Nevertheless, she leaned in again, slow enough that he could move away if he wanted.
Isaac leaned in as well when she seemed hesitant and kissed her, sliding his hands up her back.
Oh, now, that was good. She just braced her hands on that bare skin — he was surprisingly light on body hair — and kissed him back, mouth working against his. It took a few second of kissing for her to part her lips for him, and then she whispered, “Even more attractive now.”
She followed, not even bothering to check if anyone was paying attention to them, and grabbed a chair, positioning it in an empty space. “Sit,” she commanded.
Isaac raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, taking a seat in the chair obediently and looking up at her.
“You’ll break my neck, standing,” she explained, and perched on Isaac’s knee. Delicate fingertips traced the slope of his shoulders, upward to his throat, before she leaned forward.
Isaac grinned, hands moving to her waist. He watched her, letting her make the first move.
Summer paused, lifting her eyebrows at that grin. “/You’re/ awfully confident.” She had been going to kiss him, but now she wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss her. Nevertheless, she leaned in again, slow enough that he could move away if he wanted.
She followed, not even bothering to check if anyone was paying attention to them, and grabbed a chair, positioning it in an empty space. “Sit,” she commanded.
Isaac raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, taking a seat in the chair obediently and looking up at her.
“You’ll break my neck, standing,” she explained, and perched on Isaac’s knee. Delicate fingertips traced the slope of his shoulders, upward to his throat, before she leaned forward.
“No.” Summer stepped forward, once, twice. Her fingertips rested against his chest. She slid one finger down his sternum. “Find us some place private. Now.”
Isaac grinned and started walking away from her, expecting her to follow. He managed to find a random room with a door that locked, and he figured it was good enough. He slipped inside and locked the door behind them.
She followed, not even bothering to check if anyone was paying attention to them, and grabbed a chair, positioning it in an empty space. “Sit,” she commanded.
She lifted her hands, but not like she was trying to ward him off. “Last chance to tell me no.” The fingers were trembling sightly.
“Do I look like I wanna say no?”
“No.” Summer stepped forward, once, twice. Her fingertips rested against his chest. She slid one finger down his sternum. “Find us some place private. Now.”
