Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she says in a choked voice. “Don’t stop. I’m getting close—”
I stop.
“Why!” Summer wails.
I drag my tongue over my lips. Fuck, she’s all I can taste. “Not yet,” I say, sitting up.
“What gives you the right to decide that?” she huffs. “It’s my body, Colin!”
“It’s my tongue,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“I want to come.”
“Don’t we all.”
“Arrrgghh!” Her cry of frustration triggers my laughter. “I hate you, you know that?”
“No you don’t.”
“I’m going to die if I don’t have an orgasm.” Her tone is grave. “Like, actually die. And then you’ll have to explain to my father how my death could’ve been prevented if only you’d finished going down on me. My father, Fitz. Is that really what you want?”
I press my lips together to fight another wave of laughter. This girl is the best. The goddamn best. “Tell you what,” I say thickly. “Why don’t we compromise?” I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and produce a condom. “We can both come, and nobody has to die.”
“Greatest idea ever.”
She watches as I rise on my knees to suit up. I gaze down at her, and my breath catches. Her cheeks are flushed, green eyes glittering with arousal, chest heaving with every labored breath. I’ve never seen a sexier sight.
Her breathing gets choppier. “Why aren’t you in me?”
Good question.
I lower my naked body over hers and slide into her in one achingly slow stroke. Oh fuck. It’s the best feeling in the world. It’s…a sense of belonging I’ve never felt before. And my chest expands in the strangest way when I look at Summer and see the way she’s looking at me in return.
I think she’s feeling it, too.
The bedsprings squeak when I start to move. Slow, shallow thrusts, filling her only to withdraw each time she tries to pull me in deeper.
“More,” she begs.
“No.”
My restraint impresses even me. I’m dying to quicken the tempo. Dying to find release. But I also never want this to end. I never want to lose this sensation of sheer rightness.
So I drag it out, my hips thrusting and releasing so carefully that beads of sweat break out on my forehead. When Summer tries to hook her legs around my ass, I reprimand her by biting her neck and withdrawing completely.
“Dammit, Fitz…please. Please, please, please.”
I’ve reduced her to begging. Hell yeah.
A husky laugh rumbles out of my chest. “I think I like tormenting you.” To punctuate that, I glide my cock into her again and slowly rotate my hips.
She clings to my shoulders, her tits crushed against my chest. Her nipples are like sun-warmed little pebbles that dig in to my flesh. Her pussy grips me tight enough to bring black dots to my vision.
“I need to come.”
It’s that one shaky word—need—that causes me to give in. Need, not want. I’ve tortured her long enough.
With an agonized groan, I thrust as deep as I can, and off we go. The sex becomes hard and fast and dirty. This time I let her wrap her legs around me, and the new angle means I’m rubbing against her clit with each downstroke. She comes first, and I’m not far behind, and then we’re both gasping with pleasure and rocking together as if we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Maybe I black out, because when the pleasure finally ebbs, I’m on my back and Summer is lying on top of me, and I can’t remember how we got in this position. The spent condom is by my left knee. I don’t remember removing it, either. With my last remaining burst of energy, I pick it up, tie it off, and drop it on the nightstand.
Summer rests her cheek on my collarbone. “Your heart’s beating so fast.”
“So’s yours.” The rapid flutter of her pulse vibrates against my chest, almost in time to my own erratic heartbeat. I tangle my fingers in her hair.
She sighs happily. “I like cuddling naked with you.”
“Me too,” I say gruffly.
“I like having sex with you.” Her breath heats my left nipple, making me shiver. “I like you, period. I like you a lot.”
“I…” My mouth goes dry. I almost say ‘ditto’ and then realize how dismissive that sounds. So I say the next best thing—nothing.
Because that’s how I roll.
Summer senses the shift in my demeanor. I know she does, because she releases a quiet sigh. But to my surprise, she doesn’t lose her temper the way she has the other times I haven’t offered the sweet words and reassurances she clearly needs.
“I had an epiphany earlier.”
I stroke her hair. “Did you?”
“Mmm-hmmm. I keep expecting you to be open about your feelings and make yourself vulnerable in front of me, and maybe that’s not fair.” She absently runs her fingers over my abdomen, leaving goose bumps in her wake. “I have to remember that not everyone is like me. I say whatever’s on my mind.”