She turns around, baring her neck to me. I clasp the necklace, lingering with my fingers at the back of her neck. She lets out a little sigh. I trace the contour of her shoulder, needing to touch more of her. Summer tightens her grip on one of the couch cushions.
I move closer until my chest almost touches her back, rubbing my thumb gently in the crook of her neck and shoulder. When she tilts her head slightly to the other side, giving me access, I don’t hesitate. I lower my mouth, pressing kisses to her skin.
“Alex!”
The vibration in her voice is the sexiest sound. I bring one hand to her waist, spin her around, then capture her mouth with mine.
She parts her lips, granting me access, entwining her tongue with mine as soon as I request it. I deepen the kiss, moving my hand from her waist to her thigh, bunching up her dress. I want to feel her skin, taste it, because she tastes even better than I remember, and I want to explore all of her.
“Alex,” she whispers again when I trail my mouth down her neck. “One night. Just this one night.”
I hold her close, breathing her in. “Just this one night,” I agree. I know the smartest thing would be no night at all, especially after the accusations thrown at me today. But we’ve both gone past that point. I want this woman. I need her. Working her dress up, I groan when the fabric finally gives way to skin. It’s so smooth and inviting....
“Let’s go inside,” I say on a growl.
“Don’t stop touching me.”
“Once we’re inside, I won’t stop touching you, tasting you. I won’t stop until I make you cry my name, Summer. I’ll make you come so hard that you won’t forget this night anytime soon. You won’t forget me.”
Rising from the couch, I pull Summer to her feet. Hands intertwined, I lead her inside. The second I close the door, I press her against it, kissing her, touching her. I only pause enough to pull her dress over her head. Lust shoots through my veins at the sight of her in underwear.
“You’re so beautiful. Unclasp your bra, Summer.”
She looks like something out of a sinful dream, standing there, legs slightly apart, reaching behind with one hand, obeying me. She makes a move to hook one thumb in her panties next, but I stop her.
“No. I’ll do that.”
Summer
swallows hard, then leans against the door, her hands at her side. I love the challenge in her eyes and the silent invitation to do anything I want to her.
I suck in one nipple, then pull back, circling the wet skin until the peak is a tight bud. With the other hand, I push her panties down. I only push them until they’re halfway down her thighs before I lose my composure. I trace the fine line of hair from her pubic bone, going down, down, down until the pad of my finger touches her clit. She presses her back into the door, snapping her eyes closed.
“Look at me, Summer. I want you to look at me.” Her breath is already labored as I draw small circles around her clit. When she blinks her eyes open, they’re full of lust. I want to watch her every reaction, but I want to kiss her more. I need to be closer to her, want the intimacy of a kiss, and by the sweet sound she makes when I capture her mouth, the way she laces both arms around my neck, so does she.
I kiss and stroke her until her legs are quivering and she’s so wet that my fingers are slipping down her folds. I want a taste of her desire, but her hold around my neck is tight, and I don’t want to break away. It feels too good to be in the circle of her arms. I don’t want to pull away... not even after this night ends.
When I sense that she’s close to the edge, I slip two fingers inside her, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She climaxes the next second, and I eat up the delicious, primal sound she makes, nearly exploding in my jeans. Then I pull slightly away, just enough to look at her, all flushed and out of breath.
She came before I even finished taking her panties off.
As if reading my mind, she glances down at her panties, still around her thighs, then hooks a thumb on one side. But then she stills, as if not knowing if she should pull them up or push them down. I hook a thumb on the other side, and she lets go, giving me free rein. I push them down, and as she steps out of them, I can’t help myself. I swipe my tongue along her entrance. She buckles forward, nearly collapsing over me. I catch her arms and pull myself up until I’m facing her.
“You can’t do that without any warning. I’m too sensitive,” she whispers, poking my chest. Then she starts unbuttoning my shirt. I kiss her cheek and move to her ear.
“Here’s your warning, Summer: I’m not going to give you a break. I’ll push more and more. You’re going to love it, I promise.”
The trust in her eyes does me in. We’re a tangle of limbs, but I feel like we’re entwined on a deeper level like she’s part of me already.
“I want you in my bed, beautiful. Now.”
***
Summer
I feel exposed, walking naked through his bungalow. I feel him right behind me, except for a brief moment when he steps sideways. I don’t look back, but the sound of foil on foil tells me he’s fetching a condom. When we reach the bed, I sit on the edge and finish undoing his shirt, then lick down the bare skin, tracing the fine dents of his muscles.
I haven’t had a one-night stand before, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to feel as vulnerable and open as I do. Alex won’t own just my body tonight. He’ll own my soul too.