Page 52 of Villainous Summer

After hiking my dress up around my waist, he shoved his fingers inside me again.

This kiss was sun and melted chocolate. His lips score with my own, he traced his tongue along mine. Pulling me up to wrap my legs around his waist. With my grip tight on his shoulders, he didn’t break the kiss. His arms were steel bands behind my back, both clinging me to him and holding me steady on the railing.

He slipped two fingers inside me, thrusting in and out, his thumb flicking over my clit with each motion. I gasped into his mouth, and he rewarded me by going harder.

End this now. It feels too good. End it . . .

I kissed him hard, my legs falling open wider. Between his kiss and his hands on me, I edged closer to climax.

It came on fast, a roaring in my ears as the coil inside me got tighter and tighter until it snapped, and I cried out. I raised a hand to stifle my cry. Sighing into my palm as the wave took me under. His mouth was on my throat, sucking and biting as I shattered. Sagging against him, I felt the railing vibrate under my ass.

No, that’s not the railing. It’s me. I’m shaking.

In a matter of minutes and with only his hand, Van gave me the best orgasm I had in years. Maybe ever.

“Let me take you home,” he whispered against my neck.

Home. My life. My plans. I couldn’t do this.

He didn’t want serious. Van was clear on his expectations. While I had no issues with occasional flings, this utter lack of common sense the moment his lips touched mine was bad news. There was no room for sex when I was in the middle of my revenge. I could’ve gotten feelings mixed up and do something stupid, like fall for Van. I refused to be foolish over a man again.

Pulling back, I pushed his chest, sliding to my feet.

He let me go, his hand still on my waist.

A pulse thud, thud, thudded at my core, and all I wanted to do was pull him down on top of me and have him fill me up here on this splintered boardwalk.

I can’t. I won’t.

Stepping farther away, I moved the strap of my purse in front of me as a shield. “I need to finish this walk home alone.” He opened his mouth, and I shook my head. “Please, Van.”

A muscle in his jaw flexed. “No can do.” When I tried to argue, he put up his hands in surrender. “You want to walk five paces in front of me so I can check out your ass, or you can walk beside me? I won’t touch you. I won’t talk to you if you don’t want me to. But I’m seeing you home safe. What’ll it be?”

Rolling my eyes, I turned from him. My skin still flush from my orgasm, I stalked away.

His footsteps pattered behind me.

As we got off the boardwalk and onto the concrete pathway through the trees, I slowed my pace until he was beside me.

Thousands of competing thoughts clouded my head as we walked. I was no stranger to fooling around. But there was an edge to Van’s embrace that made me want more than either of us could give. While I was never the kind of girl who only did long-term monogamy, I also couldn’t be content with no strings if that’s how he’d be touching me.

In his embrace, I was wanton and messy and dirty for wanting more. But, also, I had never felt as powerful. He had met each dip of my kiss, going harder, giving me more when I needed it.

But this could never be real. And I couldn’t get distracted by a beautiful man, even if he knew how to pull my hair just right.

I was determined to see Cory’s demise through. Once I set my mind to something, I had to finish it.

Keeping some space with Van was the right call.

I took the wooden staircase up to the street level, Van a step behind me. True to his words, he didn’t say a thing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.

I kept my hand tight on the strap of my bag as if it would protect me from the heat and wonderful musk of the man to my right.

Even without words, without his touch, he made me want things I couldn’t have. Things that would only lead to humiliation. If he wasn’t so good-looking or was stupid or didn’t love the same show as me, maybe I could get over it. But this perfectly packaged man appears in my life, and I’m not supposed to want him?

“You never said who that Cory guy was.”

Stopping beside the monument for fallen warriors of the Korean War, I glared up at him. “You probably don’t know this, but women get unsolicited messages all the time. It’s a fact of life. I can’t be held responsible for every random man who asks me to be his sugar baby.”

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