“Hmm, you’d have to entertain me all the time, though. Are you up for the challenge?”
“Oh, baby, I am.”
“I wonder how you could do that.” She smiles, and the world seems to fade around us. Nothing else matters right now: the upcoming box office bomb and the subsequent damage it would do to my career, the paps downstairs. Nothing matters when she smiles like that. I want to marry this woman. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, tilting her head to study me.
“One week apart
and you already can’t read me anymore?”
She pinches my forearm. “Tell me.”
I don’t believe in voicing all my thoughts, especially when I can barely sort through them myself. But there is no denying Summer, so I press my thumbs at the corners of her mouth. “Because I’d do anything for this smile. For you.”
A grin spreads across her face. Next thing I know, she jumps me, literally. She laces her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my middle. I meet her halfway, securing my hands under her ass.
I carry her across the suite, bringing her from the living room to the bedroom. Laying her on the king-sized bed, I run my hands over her arms. My gut twists when I reach the bare skin of her shoulders through the ripped shirt. I kiss that patch of skin, then move back up to her face.
“I’m sorry about this, Summer. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re willing to put up with all this craziness. Why do you?”
I swallow the next words, kissing her instead, tasting her sweet and sinful mouth. I was about to confess how much I fear she’ll wake up one day and decide this is all not worth it.
She takes my face in her hands, looking straight at me when I tear my lips from hers.
“Because you remember I don’t eat on planes and send me a snack. Because you buy me flowers for no reason at all, and hold me tight when I’m afraid of deep water.” Her voice is raw with emotion as she kisses down my jaw. I push the hem of her shirt upward, lowering myself until I’m level with her belly. I kiss every inch of skin I uncover. I want to uncover all of her. She gazes down at me with so much emotion and desire that I lose my trail of thoughts for a moment. Rising back up, I claim her mouth, kissing her until she fists my shirt, yanking it over my head. We’ve never undressed so fast.
As soon as I do away with her bra, I take one nipple into my mouth, turning it into a pebble with my tongue. I flick my tongue until she digs her heels into the mattress, crying out for me.
I roll a condom on. Sitting upright, I pull Summer into my lap. I grip my erection at the base, running it along her slit, feeling her quivers every time I nudge her entrance, gobbling up her moans when I tease her clit.
I enter her slowly, stopping to kiss her after every inch I push inside. No matter how much she thrashes, I have the control. When I’m buried inside her to the base, neither of us move for a while. I just hold her, feeling her pulse around my cock.
Her frantic heartbeats reverberate against my chest. Our torsos are flush against each other, my hands palming her ass, keeping her right where I want her. When she starts rolling her hips, I guide our movements, keeping the rhythm as slow as I can stand. I know it drives her crazy, because I’m hanging on to a tether of control too. But the buildup is so much more powerful, and the slow rhythm allows me to kiss as much of her as I can reach. When her inner muscles start to clench around me, she whispers, “Alex, please. Oh, please. Let me come. Please.”
She begs so sweetly that it completely undoes me. I swipe my thumb on her clit. She comes within seconds.
I love her through her orgasm, not giving her any reprieve. My insides strum with tension. Every muscle burns and spasms as I ride her harder, until she comes a second time, and takes me over the edge with her.
I hold her tight to me afterward. She’s leaning her head on my bicep, her nose close enough to brush my nipple with every breath. It tickles the hell out of me, but I hold it together, not wanting to move her. I love seeing her all spent and worn out because of me. But eventually, I do have to move her so I can sort out the condom.
“Shower?” she murmurs.
“Let’s go.”
I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the bathroom. When we pass by the door connecting us to the living room, she sniffs the air.
“Do I smell fries?” She sniffs some more. “And cinnamon rolls?”
I laugh. “LA’s finest, just for you.”
“They were here when I arrived?”
“Yep.”
“I can’t believe you distracted me so much I didn’t realize it.” She gives me a thumbs-up just as I cross the threshold to the bathroom. “What’s the schedule for the weekend? Last I looked, you only had an interview Saturday morning and Sunday in the evening.”
“It hasn’t changed. I’m all yours in between, Summer.”