She pulled away so fast she cracked her head on the wall. “If you want a quick lay, you can leave.” All the warmth was gone from her voice and expression. “You aren’t that deprived.”
He looked down, thinking for a second before looking back up. “I guess I could wait,” he said, biting his lip gently.
Summer tipped her head, hand still inside his shirt, warm on his ribs. “Do you want to tell me, or to forget?” She spoke very gently.
“Tell you what?” he questioned, looking down at her and kissing her deeply before pulling back.
“The thing that makes you want so badly.” Stepping in, she pressed her mouth to his collarbone, peeling his shirt away. “Your having to ask that tells me you want to forget. So forget. Seduce me, Oz. Make me want you.”
She pulled away so fast she cracked her head on the wall. “If you want a quick lay, you can leave.” All the warmth was gone from her voice and expression. “You aren’t that deprived.”
He looked down, thinking for a second before looking back up. “I guess I could wait,” he said, biting his lip gently.
Summer tipped her head, hand still inside his shirt, warm on his ribs. “Do you want to tell me, or to forget?” She spoke very gently.
Summer didn’t dignify that with an answer, sweeping her hands over his shoulders and along his throat to start on the buttons of his vest and shirt. She pressed her hips forward, rocking slowly into him, and threaded one hand under his shirt, light fingertips dancing down his ribs and sweeping over his breastbone.
He bit his lip, wanting to get straight to it but knowing she would prefer the long way. “I can’t handle waiting,” he mumbled under his breath. “I need it. More than you need it.”
She pulled away so fast she cracked her head on the wall. “If you want a quick lay, you can leave.” All the warmth was gone from her voice and expression. “You aren’t that deprived.”
Under his hands goosebumps rose, following the trace of heat he left behind. “You have to — mmmm — be invited. Impress me.” This time she initiated the kiss, delicate and slow. Into his mouth, she whispered, “My lover is Tony Stark. You will have to go a long way to impress me.”
“If only I knew what he could do,” he remarked, running hands under her shirt and kissing back. He let his tongue trace her lips, his hands already up to her chest.
Summer didn’t dignify that with an answer, sweeping her hands over his shoulders and along his throat to start on the buttons of his vest and shirt. She pressed her hips forward, rocking slowly into him, and threaded one hand under his shirt, light fingertips dancing down his ribs and sweeping over his breastbone.
When his mouth finally met hers, she tried to prolong the kiss, but he apparently wasn’t having any of it. By the fourth time he bit her neck, she fisted her hand in his hair and tugged. Her eyes snapped. “You don’t get to mark me. You have to earn that.”
He moaned softly at the slight pain. “God damn…how do I earn that privilege?” he asked, interested, feeling himself getting more aroused every second. His hands ran up and down her sides, his thumbs stopping at her breasts and feeling their way before going back down to her waist and repeating.
Under his hands goosebumps rose, following the trace of heat he left behind. “You have to — mmmm — be invited. Impress me.” This time she initiated the kiss, delicate and slow. Into his mouth, she whispered, “My lover is Tony Stark. You will have to go a long way to impress me.”
“Careful,” she warned softly. “Bedroom’s down the hall.” She got her arms around his neck, winding one hand into his hair. “You in a hurry?” Her accent — southern — thickened, turning her words into a slow drawl.
“Not at all,” he sighed, kissing her deeply and slowly moving down her neck. He bit hard often, then sucked on her neck to relax the area of the bite.
When his mouth finally met hers, she tried to prolong the kiss, but he apparently wasn’t having any of it. By the fourth time he bit her neck, she fisted her hand in his hair and tugged. Her eyes snapped. “You don’t get to mark me. You have to earn that.”
Summer shivered, tilting her head half-involuntarily to expose more of her throat. A platinum chain glittered there, leading between her breasts under the shirt. “You’ve forgotten what I want so soon?” Her voice was light, teasing, but a tremor broke the surface of it.
“Oh, believe me I remember exactly what you want.” Oz bit down on her neck hard, sucking also before pushing her against the wall and pressing himself onto her. “In here or do you have a bedroom?” he growled, forehead touching hers so they were eye to eye.
“Careful,” she warned softly. “Bedroom’s down the hall.” She got her arms around his neck, winding one hand into his hair. “You in a hurry?” Her accent — southern — thickened, turning her words into a slow drawl.
A shrug, rippling the hair falling over her shoulder. “It’s easier to play the game when it’s only words. You seemed more interested in Tony than me, and that’s as it should be.” Something painful flickered in her eyes and was gone. “But you’re here now.”
He shrugged back at the comment, then swept back the hair draping her shoulder. He leaned close to her ear, nipping gently. “I am, and open to any entertainment you wish to have,” he muttered before kissing down her neck.
Summer shivered, tilting her head half-involuntarily to expose more of her throat. A platinum chain glittered there, leading between her breasts under the shirt. “You’ve forgotten what I want so soon?” Her voice was light, teasing, but a tremor broke the surface of it.
“I’d apologise for my state of dress, but I wasn’t sure after all that you would come.” Summer closed the door gently. “Helios won’t bother your hat.” Stepping closer, she looked up, into his eyes. Dark, and warm. Almost familiar. One hand smoothed down his shoulder, a secret smile forming on her lips. “Well, well. Hello, Oscar Diggs.”
It was happening again, and he was damned proud of it. The way her eyes met his, no love and only lust in his eyes. He smirked. “Hello, darling. What made you think I’d not show up?” he questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
A shrug, rippling the hair falling over her shoulder. “It’s easier to play the game when it’s only words. You seemed more interested in Tony than me, and that’s as it should be.” Something painful flickered in her eyes and was gone. “But you’re here now.”
Summer had all but given up for the night, just finishing up the last chapter, when the knock came at the door. Unwinding herself from the couch, she opened the door, a dark-eared furry face peering around her ankles. Copper-red hair spilled over her shoulders in loose ripples to her knees, in contrast to her green eyes. Pale blue velveteen hugged her torso in a tank top; a sage green skirt swirled around her knees.
“You must be Oz.” She smiled, one bare foot blocking the cat’s egress. Deliberately, she looked him up and down, and the smile deepened. “Well, when I fat-finger a number, I don’t do it by halves, do I?” One hand held out, she beckoned. “Come in.”
He shrugged, “I suppose not.” A self loving grin formed wider across his face as he waltzed in. His hat was placed gently on the arm of a near by chair and he looked down at the cat. “If that furball gets any hair on my hat…” he muttered to himself before taking off his coat and placing it by his hat. He now stood in a white collared shirt that was underneath a black vest, also tucked into his dark pinstriped pants and dress shoes.
“I’d apologise for my state of dress, but I wasn’t sure after all that you would come.” Summer closed the door gently. “Helios won’t bother your hat.” Stepping closer, she looked up, into his eyes. Dark, and warm. Almost familiar. One hand smoothed down his shoulder, a secret smile forming on her lips. “Well, well. Hello, Oscar Diggs.”
