If Summer was anything, she was a hell of a fast learner; she seemed to realize he liked what she was doing in his lap, because even as he kept touching her chest, she squirmed again and it made his breath catch in his throat as her heat rubbed against the erection growing beneath his boxers. The action made his fingers involuntarily curl, albeit gently, against her skin, squeezing her breasts softly beneath his fingers as he let out a soft, strangled sound, doing his damnedest not to rock back up against her, not to rush this. He felt about ready to explode and nothing had really happened yet (except it had, because something had sure happened to get Summer naked and in his lap in this dark little room). He forced his eyes opening, laughing softly against her lips at their sheer... situation. "I... can't say this is how I thought I'd be spending tonight," he murmured, though it was clear in his tone and his face that he could not think of a better way.