Page 13 of Summer Nights

"Thanks for coming—" Before she could finish her sentence, I was on her. I backed her against the wall, kissing her like I'd imagined all week.

I should have completed the inspection first, but I didn't want to give her any time to think. I needed to separate the logical side of her brain from the reactionary one. The one that wanted to be careful and maintain distance.

I angled her face so that I could ease inside her mouth.

Her leg hitched over my hip, and I held it there as I ground against her center. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew I made the right decision. She wanted me. She wanted this. She was just too cautious to let herself have it.

In this position, there was nothing separating us except for her panties and my jeans. I eased a hand between her legs, teasing the edge of the lace.

She arched her hips against my hand, urging me to go farther. When I slipped underneath the scrap of material, she moaned again.

I kept the onslaught on her mouth and senses. She held onto my bicep, powerless to conjure up any desire to stop this.

I felt like a freight train barreling out of control. It was too late for the brakes.

My fingers eased between her folds, collecting the wetness, then slid inside her tight channel. I pumped my fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit.

She bit my lower lip. "I want you inside me."

She didn't want to play around. She wanted the real deal. She wanted me.

"Yes," I said as I fumbled with the button of my jeans.

She reached between us to grip my cock.

I lifted her so that she was once again pressed against the door. I hadn't even checked to see if the house had any furniture. But this wasn't our place; we couldn't use the bed anyway. As much as I wanted to take my time with Ivy, she wouldn't allow that.

No time to think. No time to consider that she might be making a mistake. I wanted her to feel me. To be surrounded by sensations. My touch. My scent. My desire.

My cock teased her entrance, and I lost all sense of reason. I thrust hard, bottoming out in one motion. Her head fell back against the door with a thunk. "Condom."

"Shit." I never forgot about protection, but I'd made it a habit with Ivy. Hopefully, she wouldn't decide that I was too careless for her. I wanted to protect her, but I was doing a poor job of that.

I eased her down to the floor, grabbing the condom I'd placed in my wallet this morning, hoping something would happen between us. I wanted to get my mouth between her legs, but that kind of foreplay was impossible with a woman like Ivy.

It was a race to the finish line, not a slow seduction. As much as I wanted to try different things with her, this would have to be enough for now.

While I was fumbling with my wallet, she'd managed to open her blouse and unhook her bra.

I ripped the wrapper with my teeth, and she held her hand out for it. I waited for her to smooth the rubber over my length before I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

She was perfect. I wanted more than a quick fuck against the wall, but this was the only way past Ivy's defenses, and I was almost positive she'd never done this with anyone else. She needed to maintain control, so she could walk away at a moment's notice. So far, she hadn't wrestled it from me, and I hoped she wouldn't.

She guided my cock between her pussy lips. It was hot as fuck. I'd never encountered a woman who was as confident during sex as she was. If I didn't think she did it as a way to control our interaction, I'd be more impressed.

Instead, the act, as attractive as it was, set off a wave a tenderness inside me. What was it about this woman that had all my protective instincts roaring to life? She needed less protection than anyone else I'd ever met. At least on the surface. But underneath, she was vulnerable, begging for real intimacy.

I wanted to be the one who cracked her hard outer shell. I expected I'd receive pushback. I'd have to be patient to get under this woman's skin.

She'd somehow managed to get under mine already.

I didn't know that she was close with her much-younger siblings. I had no idea that she took them out every weekend for big-sister time. It was impressive. But maybe not if I knew more about her background.

I suspected she couldn't count on her mother, and her father wasn't around. She was a lone wolf who was protective of her siblings. She wouldn't want them to grow up the same way she had.

When I was inside her to the hilt, I dropped my forehead to hers, letting her adjust to the fullness.

Her fingers, which were tangled in my hair, pulled lightly, as if she wanted to remind me that she needed me to move.

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