Timothy York didn't seem to expect this kind of reaction from her.
Summer Thorne leaned down, slowly kissing the corner of his lips again, then his jaw, and the Adam's apple deep within his collar.
In this moment, it was as if she had taken control.
The man who had painstakingly restrained himself throughout their encounter was finally showing faint signs of losing control.
Some urges couldn't just be suppressed and forgotten.
Especially when she was being so forward.
Summer Thorne easily noticed the change in him.
It was much more obvious than before.
The moment she felt it, she couldn't resist giving his neck a gentle bite.
A low, muffled groan escaped Timothy York's throat.
Then, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
But Summer Thorne continued her efforts, holding nothing back.
A moment later, she heard Timothy York's voice—
"Turn off the lights?"
Summer Thorne hesitated for a second, then straightened up slightly to look at him.
