Summer was going to move, but it wasn't going to be much. Just pulling away enough to allow her duck her head to seek out Stark's lips with her own again, kissing him deeply, slowly, while making another shift. Angling him toward the bed so that when she pulled away again, it was to push him back onto it. She followed, straddling his hips and grinning down at him, because she knew he was going to go nuts for this one.

He could thank her later.

Or now, really.

"You, Stark," she said, hands on his chest as she looked down at him. "I want you."

And then she was leaning in and kissing him again.