Page 32 of My Kinda Night (Summer Sisters 2)

“I think they already are.” My words are dripping with heat and desire. “The problem is I’ve been in this perpetual state of arousal since I met you.” My confession is rushed, but not any less true.

His eyes are rich and full of need. The way he’s looking at me, like he wants to gobble me up instead of his burger, leaves me aching and ready to throw down right here on top of this table; fellow diners be damned.

“I have something else I want to tell you,” he says. It’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. I’m transfixed with the way those plush lips move, remembering exactly what they felt like against my heated skin. My body heats up to a thousand degrees.

“What’s that?” I whisper.

“I’m still really close to my mom. Actually, she’s back at my place, helping me with —” he says, but is interrupted when Althea makes her presence known by hollering Dean’s name in the restaurant.

“I can’t believe it! What a coincidence you’re here having dinner tonight, too.” Completely ignoring my presence at the table, the redhead walks up and stands directly beside Dean and bends down, dangling her boobs in his face.

“Mind if I join you?” Before we can even reply, she’s grabbing an unused chair from a nearby table and plops it right next to Dean. We’re talking side-by-side, can’t even slide a piece of paper between them kinda close. Thank God it’s only their arms. Otherwise, I might turn green with jealousy, and besides my eyes, I’ve never been a fan of the color green.

“Actually, we were just finishing up,” Dean says, dropping his napkin on the table next to him. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, too bad. I was hoping to hang out with some familiar faces this evening.” Even though she says faces as in multiples, she has yet to even acknowledge my presence at the table.

Hell, for all I know, she has some other dude picked out and plans to have a threesome later this evening. And that image isn’t all that bad, except I’ve discovered I’m sort of territorial where he’s concerned, and not only do I not want to picture him and some other guy having their way with Althea, but I don’t really want to think about some other dude joining him and I in bed either. I’m perfectly content with it being just the two of us.

“Maybe another time,” she says politely while he throws a few bills down on the table. We hadn’t finished our meal so our check hasn’t been brought to the table yet, but I don’t think either of us minds. Right now, getting as far away from Althea, the redheaded supermodel with her eagle talons set on my guy, is my primary concern.

Completely ignoring her reply, Dean reaches over and takes my hand in one hand and both of our coats in the other. We’re practically sprinting towards the door, both anxious to be alone.

When we step outside, he helps me into my coat before putting his on. It’s a completely gentlemanly gesture, one that makes me swoon just a little bit more. If that were possible.

“Come on,” he says with a smile, pulling me in the opposite direction of the hotel. I think my body silently weeps for a moment.

“Where are we going?”

“Over there,” he says, pointing to a park entrance.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk towards the park entrance. Rod iron fencing as a large gateway greets us as we step into the wide space. Even though the sun has long ago set, the moon illuminates a large playground area with everything from jungle gyms for all ages, basketball courts, and even a skate park. A walking path winds through the park, which we stick to for quite a ways. We come across park benches and picnic areas, trees and flowers. It’s a beautiful area, one I wouldn’t mind enjoying during the daytime.

“It’s a beautiful night,” I say, my arm wrapped around his waist as we leisurely stroll by a large fishing pond.

“It is,” he confirms, looking up at the night sky. Even with all of the lights and sounds of the city around us, you can still see the stars shining brightly in the clear sky.

We stroll along, making our way around the outskirts of the park. We run into the occasional joggers, a few power-walkers, and even a couple holding hands and enjoying a walk in the park, but for the most part, it’s a quiet, serene moment. A perfect moment.

Eventually, towards the back of the park, we come upon a grouping of trees. It’s dark but not in a scary way; it just speaks of seclusion. Apparently, he feels the same way, because the next thing I know, we’re not on the walking path any longer. I’m startled when I feel the coarse bark of a tree at my back.

But there’s no time to think.

I feel the warmth of his body pressed against me moments before I feel his hands on my cheeks. My skin tingles as he slides his big hands down, grazing over the long column of my throat. A hearty moan rips from my throat, but it’s swallowed by his mouth. The kiss is primal, urgent, and not anything less than perfect. My tongue slides along his, tangled in a sexual dance that makes my blood boil and my panties soaking wet. I pulse with want, my flesh on fire with need.

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers harshly without removing his lips from my own. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of your body later.”

I shiver in anticipation at his words. “Yes. I want that. All of that.”

“It’s a long walk back to the hotel,” he says his hands sliding down my chest. “Unless…”

“Unless?” I ask, that one word throaty and high-pitched.

“Unless you can keep quiet for a minute.”

Before I can register the meaning of his words, he’s unbuttoning my jeans. Another shiver rakes through my body, but not because of the cool air. This one’s of eagerness. I feel his touch as he places his hand on my lower stomach and gently slides it down into my panties. I’m on fire, my legs quivering and barely keeping me upright.

“I love touching you,” he says as he moves his fingers between the lips of my drenched pussy.

---