“Noted,” he murmured against her skin before biting down sharply. Tony abruptly pulled away as the the car stopped, smirking. “I told you I could make it to the bedroom. The question is if you have self control…”
“I, Mr Stark,” she began, voice perfectly level, “cheat.” One quick hand snagged a lock of hair over his ear and tugged, before she gave him a wide smile and let go, eeling out from under his grip and to the car floor. Summer popped the door open and scrambled out, giving a quick shake to her skirts to settle them. “Coming, Tony?” she asked sweetly.
“You know, this is my house.” He raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head. “You’re…gutsy. I like it. It’s a nice change.” He slipped an arm around her waist before leading her into his home. The main area was mostly modern decor, with sparse personal touches—clearly not a lived in space. The bedroom felt a little more welcoming in comparison to the starkness of the main living space, the bed being a rich shade of red akin to a merlot.
“Are you all bark and no bite, Summer?” Tony teased, smirking.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
”Right now, I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe,” Summer murmured before suiting words to action. She started slow, a soft press of lips, winding her free hand up into his hair. Softly she licked at his mouth, exploring rather than demanding, turning the kiss into something painfully sweet instead of blazingly hot. Cradling his head, she started to nip, pressing close to his body.