Page 25 of Villainous Summer

“I want to show you something.”

He followed along, his hand in mine.

I tried not to think about how well our hands fit together. On the side of the house was a riot of azaleas that Tonya had cultivated for years.

“Dennis had these brought over from Kyushu about twenty years ago. It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I rubbed a petal between my fingers, smiling. “I thought this would be nice for more pictures.”

He raised a brow. “Really? You’re not just trying to get me alone, are you?”

I laughed. “Maybe I am. Come here.” I pulled out my phone, struggling to unlock it. Gulping, I slowed down to get the right code in against the blurry digits. “Scooch in, Hot Rod.”

He took my phone again, angling it to capture both of us. This time, though, he wasn’t holding me as tight. That wouldn’t do. A boyfriend would get more handsy as the night wore on, not less.

“Like I said before, I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, right? So, don’t treat me like a leper.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He hesitated as I leaned into his body, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as I gazed up at him. His eyes darkened as he assessed me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“We would be a lot more believable if you did.” I leaned closer, resting my hands on his chest. “So, why won’t you put your hands on me?”

Even to my own ear, my words were too low and throaty.

He gulped. “Is that what you want?”

“I’m not saying you have to fuck me under the pergola.” I thrilled at the way my words shocked him, toying with his top button, exposing his neck. He sucked in a breath at the motion. Reaching up on my toes, I brushed my lips against his ear. “If I were really your girlfriend, you’d be all over me.”

“If you were my girlfriend, would you let me?”

His voice was coarse and brought to mind dirty things in a darkened room.

“Are you really that dense?” I keep the smirk on, trailing a finger over the space between his pecs, his cotton shirt warm under my touch. “You need to get better at reading body language. This is me saying yes.”

He held my head, our lips inches from each other, the aroma of sweet banana taffy lingering. In the fading twilight, his irises were molten silver as his gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips. He brushed the hollow of my ear with his thumb, his grip steady as he leaned forward.

The first kiss was a caress, a whisper of skin and breath. Side by side, we traced one another. My mouth tingled from the contact, flushing me with excitement.

He pulled away, his focus on me as if gauging my reaction.

Whatever expression I had must have been the confirmation he needed. This time, his hand tensed on my head as he dragged me to him.

Our mouths found each other, and this time, there was reverence. Whatever qualms he may have had before disappeared as he backed me into the porch rail, the push of his body against mine. The pulsing between my thighs, demanding more. Heat exploded from me as he traced my lips with his tongue. His kiss tasted of the banana taffy. Against my back, the wooden railing held me steady as he bored into me, securing his mouth to mine. The hard lines of him exacted against my own, and his rigid length grew quickly, pushing into my hip bone.

Light exploded behind my eyelids. I had never been kissed like this before.

His hand moved from my head, down my arm to wrap around my waist, then to my ass. Pulling me into his body.

This kiss was everything I wanted. Head dizzy, I ran my nails through his hair. His mouth left mine, then traveled over my cheek and down my throat.

My dress rode up as he stood between my open thighs, grinding his cock against my core. A thin piece of fabric, so easily removed if only we were somewhere more private. As his kiss deepened, he thrust against me, sending sparks through my body.

Holy hell. It always took a long time for me to get off, but kissing Van was almost as good as my vibrator.

“Summer.” His words were a blessing against my skin. “I could fucking devour you.”

Devoured. That was the word. I was being consumed. This heat inside me, the pulse of wanting more and more and more, all rationality falling away.

Realization dawned on me. We were making out at this party like a pair of horny teens, teetering on pornographic. At any moment, someone could’ve walked by.

This was supposed to be a silly kiss for Instagram. It’s not real, not real, never going to be real.

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