Page 10 of My Summer Fling

When our eyes meet, I can tell she’s close to giving in. God, I want her to. I want to be the one that takes care of her needs. When she told me about the man in her life, the jealousy that flared up in my chest was unreal and all consuming. I fucked up all those years ago, but I could make up for it now. I could erase that night from her memory.

The rain is coming down harder now, the noise pouring in from her screen door as thunder and lightning claps around us. Her eyes drop to my mouth as she licks her bottom lip.

She’s thinking about it. Hard.

Fuck, her mouth looks good.

“The weather is pretty bad,” she almost whispers. Her eyes drag back up my face and lock on mine. “I don’t think you’ll be able to walk back to your hotel in this. Wouldn’t be safe.”

“Definitely not safe,” I agree. My entire body is lit up for her.

“Maybe,” she says, reaching up to take the cloth from her head and toss it aside. Most of the bleeding has stopped. “Maybe you should stay the night. You know, just for your safety.”

Her hands begin to explore my body, starting at my hips and running up and over my chest where they settle around my neck as she scoots closer. Her pussy is lined up perfectly with my now very hard cock, and I can’t help but roll against her. I remember what it felt like to sink into her like it was just yesterday, the way her body wrapped perfectly my own.

Leaning in, my lips barely brush against hers before I move at the last second and kiss her forehead where she’s hurt. I linger there, staring past her into the cabinets and breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. I want to pick her up and throw her into her bedroom, fucking her until she can’t stand straight tomorrow.

But when I pull back and look at her, the cut is dripping blood down her temple again, and her eyes are glazed over—and not just from arousal. She’s drunk, and I don’t think I have it in me to take advantage of her like this.

“Millie.” I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my raging libido. “We can’t do this.”

Picking up a clean cloth and pressing it back to her cut, I lean away from her body. I need a moment to cool off. What I really need is a cold shower or a little privacy to rub one out.

“Stay here tonight,” she says, staring up at me with those baby blues.

“Millie,” I say, a warning note in my voice.

“Shut up, Noah.” She groans. “Look at the weather. You cannotwalkback to your hotel in this. I’ll make you a bed on the couch.”

She jumps off the counter, pushing me and my soiled rag out of the way as she stumbles on her feet. I catch her and laugh.

“Between the whack to the head and the very strong and large glass of alcohol you were chugging, maybe I should make my own bed.”

“Linens are in the same closet,” she says, gesturing down the hallway. “I’m going to shower.” Her mood has definitely dropped. The playful Millie has been tucked away. And the Millie with her walls up has come back in full force.

I sigh as she walks off toward the bathroom. Taking a moment, I lean on the counter and try to collect my thoughts. Annie pokes her head up over the back of the couch and looks my way.

“Will you be keeping me company tonight?” I ask her as her head tilts to the side. A moment later she’s jumping off the couch and trotting back to the bedroom. “Guess I’m on my own.”

I laugh quietly to myself and toss all the bloody rags into the sink before going to grab some blankets from the closet. If I can keep my hands to myself all night, I deserve a fucking award.

A loud boomof thunder rocks through the little cottage and wakes me up. I roll over and check the time on the nightstand—four o’clock in the morning. I groan at the pounding in my head and get out of bed to pee.

Annie is sleeping soundly in her bed next to mine and barely pays me any attention as I walk past her. After going to the bathroom I tiptoe out to the kitchen, trying to quietly get some water and some aspirin. Noah is snoring on the couch, and I can’t help but look at him as I pass.

His big body is sprawled out, one very tattooed leg hanging off the couch, one arm above his head, and the blanket hanging low below his stomach. When lightning flashes I’m distracted by the hard body it lights up, and I run directly into my coffee bar, causing mugs to clank and bags of coffee to fall on the floor.

“Mills?” Noah asks, startled as he sits up. His hair is mussed to fucking perfection, and his voice is still rough with sleep. My lady bits take immediate notice. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I whisper, grabbing my hip that is definitely going to bruise. “I was trying to be quiet and get some water for this headache.” I try and fail to laugh casually.

“Here,” he says, kicking off his blanket and standing up. “Let me get it for you. I’m sure you feel like shit.” As he walks around the couch I can see that he has stripped completely down to his very tight and very small boxer briefs. And it looks like he’s excited to be here…

“Eyes up top, Spitfire,” he jokes as he passes me, his masculine scent invading my space. I’m kind of stunned into silence. Earlier, I could blame the alcohol for how he made me feel. But now? There’s nothing to blame except maybe I’m still half asleep? Fuck, I don’t know. My body is fighting with my body in a brutal tug of war. And my body seems to be winning.

I could go there again right? I’m an adult now. I know how to separate feelings from sex. And he was right when he said that I knew he could scratch my itch better than Brandon does. If he could do it nine years ago, still young, and relatively inexperienced, he could definitely do it now.

Being head over heels for someone for over half your life tends to screw with your emotions. It’s hard to let go of that pull. Even if he was an ass all those years ago, he’s here now. He showed up, he apologized, and he’s right the fuck in front of me with my brother nowhere in sight to fuck this up. We could have all summer together.

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