Page 79 of The Summer I First Saw You
I go to my room, brush my teeth—which I’d actually have donewithoutmy mother’s reminder—and then lie in bed, desperate for his weight above me.
Eventually, the noise downstairs quiets—I’m guessing Liam didn’t get anyone to stay up—and I’m still wide awake and full of bad ideas.
What if I texted Harrison and we met on the beach? What if I went to his room?
I’d seriously consider either option if it wasn’t for the fact thathe’dbe the only one who’d lose things if we got caught. Liam and my mom will still view me as naïve and easily led when I’m fifty—I’m apparently not even to be trusted with my own dental hygiene yet. It’s Harrison they’ll blame for all of it.
I lie awake for another fifteen minutes and then…the door opens with a barely audible creak. I smile as his shadow stretches across the room, as he locks the door and climbs into the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I couldn’t stay away. I’m only here for a second.”
I reach behind me, letting my fingers slide through his hair, urging him closer. His lips press to my neck, and air hisses through his teeth as my ass brushes quite intentionally against his erection.
He groans quietly. “We can’t. Someone will—”
I grab his hand and slide it inside my shirt until it’s covering my breast. My nipple hardens, and I grind against him. “Wecould be really, really quiet,” I say, reaching back to palm him through his shorts.
“Fuck.” His breath is hot against my ear. “This is such a bad idea.”
He tugs my panties down and his hand slips between my legs. I’m so wet I don’t even need foreplay. I lift my leg and when I can’t get his shorts down one-handed, he takes care of it, rough in his haste.
I cry out as he thrusts inside me.
“Quiet, Daisy,” he warns.
I bury my face in the pillow as he does it again.
“This is how we should have spent the whole fucking summer,” he grunts. “Just like this. Right from the start.”
My hips push back toward him, wanting more, and his hand slides from my breast to my stomach and between my legs. It’s like an electric shock, that addition of his fingers. I gasp again.
“Tell me how to do this, Daisy.” His voice winds tight as he gets close. “Tell me how to be in the same room without wanting you, without needing to be buried inside you.”
I push back harder and gasp again as my orgasm bears down on me. “Cover my mouth.” He does it with not a second to spare.
His teeth sink into my shoulder as he explodes, holding himself still inside me, his groan muffled by my skin.
“I’m not done,” he says, as his breathing begins to slow. “I need more. I feel like I’m never going to be done.”
Me neither. But I guess we mean that in entirely different ways.
He leavesmy room just before dawn and when I wake a few hours later, I’m deliciously sore…and euphoric.
It felt different, last night—in his reluctance to leave, in the way he curled against me in his sleep. As if perhaps he’s finally realized that I matter to him. As if, as crazy as it is, he saw a future for us. Or maybe it’s just thatI’mstarting to see a future for us, which is the last thing I should allow myself to do.
We get a few hours of surfing in before we have to clear out. “Meet me at the wharf tomorrow night,” he says as we leave the water. “I have a call at six, but I can get there by seven-thirty, and we’ll go out to dinner after.”
My mouth opens and he cuts me off. “I know you’re about to say something dirty and I’m begging you not to. This wetsuit shows everything.”
My mouth closes. I was, actually, about to say something dirty.
We throw our boards in the sand near Liam, who’s lying on top of his, resting.
Liam squints into the sun as we remove our wetsuits, his smile fading as he stares at me. And at the mark Harrison left last night. “Dude. What the hell happened to your shoulder?”
Harrison and I exchange a glance.Shit.
“That’s old,” I lie. “I got bit by a dog on the beach.”
His jaw falls. “You got bit by adog? What the hell? Was it on a leash?”
