Page 77 of Read Me (Forget the Past 2)

Her burgundy lips curve in an adorable scowl. “I don’t get you, Cole. One minute you’re all over me, the next you’re saying ‘Let’s get bagels!’ I mean, yeah, those bagels were delicious, but they weren’t what I wanted in my mouth.” She stares at me, and I think I’m sweating more than the evening calls for. “It was your dick, FYI. That’s what I wanted in my mouth. Which I thought was pretty obvious.”

I flex my fingers, wanting to fist them in frustration. Why do I always say the wrong thing around her? Hearing all this dirty imagery is not helping me focus.

“Can we talk about this when I’m not driving?”

A huge sigh gusts out of her, and she presses her palm against her chest. “Are you feeling guilty? Because of my dad and what that day was to me?”

“No.”

“Then…” She trails off, shaking her head in confusion. “You know, this doesn’t have to be more. We can still be just friends.”

“No.” I try not to growl at her. “We’re dating.” She agreed. Hell, she’s the one bringing up the idea of us sleeping together.

Her hands fiddle with the seatbelt across her chest. “Does dating involve us sleeping together?”

“You want to fuck?” Curses tumble through my brain, all directed at myself.

That’s what I say to her? The girl I want to think of me as long term getsYou want to fuck?

I’m an ass.

Summer taps her nails against the old leather of the seat. “Well, not on the side of the road. I tend to be a fuck-in-a-bed kind of girl. Also, I’d rather not have a pity fuck. I mean, you’re so handsome my eyes want to pop out of my head and follow you around, so I’m sure I’d get off. But I also don’t sleep with someone unless they’re having as much fun as I am. So I guess that’s a long way of saying, I wanted to fuck when I thought you wanted to fuck, but now that I know you don’t want to fuck, I do not either.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Not with your words. But you’ve had opportunities and let them pass by. I mean, you’re not abstinent are you?”

“No.”

“Okay then, there we have it. Not-abstinent Cole Allemand has had multiple chances to do the deed and for some reason didn’t. My guess is the answer is the most obvious. That you don’t want to.”

We’re a mile from my house, the last few minutes of the drive passing at a tortuous pace because Summer thinks I don’t want to sleep with her.

“You’re wrong.”

“So you do want to fuck me?”

“Since the first day I met you.”

Her face reddens, and she presses her palms against her cheeks as if to wipe the color away. “I don’t believe you.”

I turn onto my street and speak to the windshield. “You were wearing a blue dress and a bunch of jingly bracelets. When I asked where the writers group was meeting you smiled at me like I said you won the lottery. So yeah, I wanted to find a private room, push your skirt up, and make your jewelry rattle.” My final word is emphasized by me shifting the truck into park.

We’re back at my place, and I’m done passing up my opportunities.

“It’s not sanitary, but I want to lick all of your piercings.” She whispers the words like a confession, and my hard-on from earlier makes a reappearance.

“Get inside. Now.”

“We’re going to fuck?” The way she asks the question, as if delighted with the idea, has me growling and ripping off my seatbelt.

Summer’s smile is all excitement and teasing as she unbuckles her own, shoves open the car door, and sprints for the front porch. I’m right behind her, key in hand, arm wrapping around her waist. We’re barely inside before our mouths find each other, hungry and searching.

We stumble through the front room, locked together. She’s delicious, and soft, and all mine.

Falling onto my bed, our next mission is getting rid of every piece of clothing between us. Love her little dress, so easy to remove in one motion. My stupid clothes make things more difficult. There’s the zipper, and shoes and socks that need to come off before my pants can. I wish I had claws to tear at them, but the experience becomes more fun when Summer lends a hand, kneeling on the bed in only a bra, pulling the legs of my jeans until they slide off.

The teasing triangle of dark curls at the apex of her thighs sets a fire in my mind, made hotter knowing I have the view because I confiscated her panties earlier.

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