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“I don’t want to stop,” she murmured, diving into a kiss so hot it burned.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, nudging her chin so she’d look at him.
“I’m positive.” She crushed her mouth to his.
One hand deftly unhooked her bra while the other yanked the straps from her shoulders.
She shivered as her breasts tumbled free, into Carter’s waiting palms.
He propelled them toward the dock and closed her fingers around the ladder behind her. “Hold on,” he ordered.
Carter dipped below the surface and with a swift tug her shorts and underwear were yanked free. He rose out of the water, droplets clinging to his hair and skin, and reached for her.
Even in the cool water, the heat from his body warmed her. He wrapped her legs around his waist again and she felt him, hard and ready against her.
“Don’t let go,” he told her when she tried to release the ladder.
Her arms quaked and her breath came in short gasps. “Look at me, Summer.”
She did as he asked and in his face she saw a raw, desperate need. In his eyes, something softer.
He entered her with one powerful surge that tore a cry from her throat.
“I could have you like this every day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
His whispered words broke something loose inside her.
“Carter,” she sobbed out his name. “I love you.”
He answered her with his body. Giving until she could take no more.
In the water, under the sun, they loved each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The Higgenworth Communal Alternative Education Day Care disembarked from their fleet of minivans at precisely 10:35 Monday morning.
“I’m so sorry,” puffed Tracey, the center director, as she hauled a sticky toddler in a tie-dye t-shirt out of a car seat and handed her to Carter. “Ernie and Wahlon tried to escape again. Grandma Phyllis barely caught them before they climbed the fence. And then Katie Bell there threw up in the van, and we had to pull into the car wash to get everyone cleaned up.”
Carter held Katie Bell out at arm’s length, and she giggled, reaching for his beard.
“Don’t let her get hold of that,” Tracey warned, hefting a little boy out of his seat. “She’s little but has fists like a vice grip.” She passed him to Summer.
“Okay, HCAEDC adults,” she called. “Let’s do a headcount before we lose another one.”
The five chaperones looked woefully unprepared for the chaos that a dozen tie-dye clad toddlers would wreak. Four of them were crying. Two were rolling around in the gravel yelling “Hulk smash!” A little girl was trying to fit her head through the spindles on the front porch. And Grandma Phyllis was sliding a flask back into her fanny pack.
“It’s liquid Benadryl,” she assured Summer, sneezing three times. “I’m allergic to —” She sneezed again. “Everything.”
The little boy in Summer’s arms turned and squished her cheeks between his chubby little hands. “Fis’ face!” he shrieked. “Fis’ face!”
She heard the click of Niko’s camera.
“If you don’t put that camera down and help us, I’m going to Hulk smash you,” Summer said politely through her fish face.
Katie Bell took advantage of Carter’s distraction and grabbed two fistfuls of beard. Niko’s camera clicked again.
The headcount came out wrong three times until Jax came out of the house clutching a pigtailed little girl like a football under his arm. “I found her watching TV inside. I could only find one of her shoes.”
