He was feeling the same way, like his body was overheating but it was exactly what he wanted, Summer pressed against him so tightly that they could melt into a single person. He wanted to touch her, touch her everywhere, but he wasn't sure he should until she reached for his hand, pulling his fingers toward the tie of her robe in an action that was as unmistakable as the passion behind her kisses. She wanted this, she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't, and he couldn't deny that he wanted it, too - wanted to give her what she had waited years to have.

His fingers moved to grasp the fabric beneath them, carefully pulling at it until it came loose, the robe falling open with nothing to hold it closed over her body and... well, fuck, she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it, and he couldn't help the way he stared, the little inhale of breath, the way his fingers moved from her robe to the soft skin of her stomach, the pads of his fingers touching her almost like she might break if he wasn't as careful as he could possibly be. He glanced up at her face, wanting to make sure this was still okay, that his touch wasn't going to drive her away, his expression both reverent and awestruck at just how beautiful her body was, with nothing left to hide it. "And I can't ask for anything more." Because really, who could? Who could possibly imagine wanting something greater than what she had given him?