Page 56 of Summer Heat
"I want to savor you."
As much as I wanted to argue with him, I was helpless to stop him. My hand landed in his hair where my fingers played with the strands. He used his shoulders to urge my legs apart, and he parted my folds with his fingers.
I arched into his mouth when he sucked on my clit. It was too much all at once. My heart pounded, my blood surged.
I threw my head back, noticing the stars. The entire evening was surreal.
Chapter Fifteen
Shep
She smelled like heaven, and her skin was so soft. I couldn't believe she was here, opening herself to me.
I wanted to make this a night she'd never forget.
I wasn't sure if she'd see this as a one-night stand or even a fling. I wasn't a forever kind of guy for a woman like her. She was probably looking for a suit type who worked in an office and who could provide a stock portfolio and a fat 401K. Instead, she'd gotten a contractor whose family thought he was a screwup.
I faltered, ridding my mind of the negative thoughts. She was here with me. She liked me. I chanted the mantras to keep myself focused on her and her pleasure.
The most endearing part of her was that she didn't seem to think she could be the one I was interested in. Did that mean she hadn't liked me? That she hadn't thought of me in that way?
That made sense to my brain, but I didn't want that to be true. All that mattered was that she was here with me now.
I licked and sucked, using my finger to enter her tight channel. I used a come-hither motion with my finger, finding that rough patch of skin that I knew would drive her wild. She arched off the bed of blankets, her muscles stiff, as she cried out my name.
I pumped my fingers through her spasms, reveling in how gorgeous her body was when she came. The flush of her skin, the curl of her fingers.
When her gaze met mine, I saw the desire. She wanted me.
I grabbed the condom, smoothing it over my aching length, then lined myself up with her entrance.
Her hands gripped my forearms.
I eased the tip against her, seeking her warmth. She was hot and slick, and my brain short-circuited as I sank deeper, needing more.
I set my hands on the blankets and moved deep. Then I eased out, thrusting inside her again. I couldn't slow my instinct to be inside her. To move. To conquer. To make her mine, even if it was only for one night.
I needed this. I needed the confirmation that I could have her.
Her hands moved over my chest, my shoulders, then to my back. I felt wanted and seen by her. Plenty of women said they wanted me, but rarely had I felt it on a soul-deep level like this.
I dropped my lips to hers, kissing her as I moved more slowly inside her, drawing out our pleasure. Would she walk away when it was over? Would she pretend like nothing had happened?
I wanted to hold onto her and make her stay on this rooftop forever. I never wanted to let her go.
Her hand cupped my cheek, and my heart stuttered. This wasn't just physical. We were connecting in a way I never had with another woman.
I spun us so that she was straddling me and I could touch her more easily. She didn't waste any time sliding over my length, her palms resting on my chest. I forced my hands to stay on her hips, not wanting to influence her motion.
She quickly sank into a slow rhythm, one that was threatening to drive me crazy. I gritted my teeth, admiring the soft bounce of her tits, the curve of her hips, and the slickness between her legs.
I almost lost it when my gaze drifted lower, to the place where I disappeared inside her. Her lips were stretched, and her clit swollen and begging for attention.
I circled her clit, and she jerked, her movements becoming shakier. "Come on my cock."
My guttural words seemed to get to her because she flew apart, shuddering on top of me. I held her to me as I continued to move inside her, emptying myself into the condom, wishing there was nothing between us, but knowing it was too soon for something like that.
I wanted a serious relationship, but that didn't mean she wanted the same thing. She had a daughter to think about.
