He returned the kiss hungrily, tongue dancing against hers as he nipped at her lips. “Mmm, probably not. Maybe a little horrified, even.” His breath caught in his throat and he melted underneath her as she discovered one of his weaknesses.
“I don’t really see why I’d want to escape, considering I have a lap full of a fiesty redhead.”
“I really sincerely doubt you can horrify me with tales of your sexual escapades anymore than you can outfly me,” Summer sniggered. Leaving her hair looped around his neck, she threaded her fingers into that glorious dark hair again. “Now what was just now that turned you to putty in my hands?” she murmured, mostly rhetorically, curling nails against his scalp. “Can I make you abandon control?”
“Not always sexual escapades, more to being a rich party boy than just copious amounts of sex. Not exactly proud of it.” He shrugged and began a retort that died in his throat once she tugged on his hair again. “Dammit Summer, you said you wanted to make it to the bedroom…” he groaned, biting his lip. “That’d be a possibility.”
“Like this?” She pulled lightly again. “Perhaps you should stop me then, Tony.” That came out as a purr. “Because I don’t think I can resist the temptation of putting you on your knees with something so very simple.” One hand came free to draw her nails over his beard, then trace his lips with a fingertip. “Try to stop me,” she whispered darkly.