Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

buildings in his stuntman days couldn’t compare to the seductive, smoky glances that I could

feel deeply in places that had never been touched before.

When we were finished eating, tidying up became another game of getting in each other’s

way, stealing kisses, and fondling every inch of each other we could reach.

Knowing that I aroused him made me feel powerful in a strange new way. Each kiss became more scorching than the last, his lips so soft against mine, then more aggressive

as he began grabbing hold of me, feasting on my mouth.

After the leftovers were put away, I scrubbed the counters and washed my hands. As I

turned to reach for a towel, Mitch grabbed my wrists, pinning them over my head as he

trapped me against the counter.

Kissing down the side of my neck, he pulled my dress down a little lower with his teeth. His

teasing was completely working, as I could barely breathe, my breasts straining against his

busy mouth.

“Should I let you go?” he asked, kissing down the center of my cleavage as he moved to

the other side, nibbling along my skin.

“No,” I breathed.

Those hungry eyes met mine, as he gripped my hip, pressing himself against me as he

kissed me with deep, sultry fire. When he finally released my wrists, I wiped my wet hands

on the back of his t-shirt, making him chuckle into my mouth.

I loved that being with him was less serious than I would have expected. He was probably

in his late thirties, but he was completely lighthearted and fun.

Suddenly I was completely aware of the bulge in his jeans pressing against me. His subtle

motions had taken on a more animalistic quality, and the sensation that he needed to devour

me was all-consuming. It was at that moment that I realized I truly wanted him to.

“Would you like to sit out by the beach again?” he asked. I shook my head, not sure of how

I should tell him what I really wanted. “Did you want me to walk you home?”

I shook my head quickly, giving him my sweetest smile.

“Where would you like to go then, sweetie?”

My mind raced, trying to think of a way to share what I was feeling without seeming too

forward. “You haven’t shown me the rest of your house yet,” I said softly.

Mitch’s eyes blazed, immediately understanding me. Stepping back and taking my hand, he