But maybe a little lean wouldn’t do any harm.
Two nights isn’t much different from one, right?
15
OWEN
Iclose my eyes and kiss the back of Summer’s hands again. The anticipation of what might be about to happen sets my heart racing with something I’ve never felt for a woman before—need.
Yes, I want her. Even more than I want my next breath. But I alsoneedher. Like there’d always be a part of me that would feel it had been deprived of something incredibly special if I’m not naked with her within the next five minutes.
Yesterday was supposed to be a one-off. A never-again chance to have a mind-blowing experience with this remarkable and gorgeous woman with whom I have nothing in common, and with whom there’s no possibility of a future.
The opportunity to share that moment with her, to be naked with her, to watch her face as she came, was a privilege I won’t ever forget. And the memory will never be tarnished by trying and failing at a relationship. It will always be preserved, untainted, as one of the great moments of my life.
The possibility that it might be about to happen again makes me beyond fortunate.
I’ve never felt such a pull, such a deep-seated desire, for someone I should run a mile from. I will never be a free spirit like her, who enjoys life in the middle of nowhere.And she’ll never want to live in a city again, never mind one in California.
But maybe, deep down, we’re more alike than I thought. After all, she runs a thriving little business all by herself. And that might even make her more business-savvy than me. I’m not sure I would have gotten our company off the ground and made it such a success without Elliot.
I open my eyes, and the freckles on Summer’s clear skin dance as she smiles. “You’re kissing my hand.” There’s a soft, naughty, huskiness to her voice that vibrates through me.
“Would you rather I didn’t?”
She drops her chin and looks up at me from under her lashes as she twitches her shoulders in the sexiest semi-shrug I’ve ever seen. “You leave tomorrow, right?”
“Yup.”
She tips her head back to drain her champagne glass, revealing more of her smooth, soft neck. A smooth, soft neck that my lips need to touch, my tongue needs to tease, and my teeth need to nibble.
She plants the glass on the table with a firmclunk. “Like, for real leaving this time?”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, with a flirty smile that has my cock straining against my zipper. “Well, until then, you can kiss whatever you like.”
“That’s not an offer I’m going to pass up.” Without missing a beat I stand up, put one arm around her shoulders, one behind her knees and scoop her out of the chair.
Elsa immediately gets to her feet and pokes her nose into my leg. Summer reaches down and rubs her head. “It’s okay, Elsa. He’s not stealing me.”
I press my lips to Summer’s warm forehead. “Well, I am for a little while. But it’s more of a borrow than a steal.” And that’s exactly how it feels, like we’re borrowing each other for this moment in time, before returning to our real lives.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her toward the bedroom.
My feet detect the instant change from hardwood floor to thick carpet.
I hold Summer over the large wrought iron bed with its tiny fairy lights wrapped around the headboard, and drop her onto a thick quilt that looks handmade.
“Whoa!” She throws her arms up and to the side and spreads her feet wide to form a star shape.
I’ve never seen a brighter star in my life.
I lie down on my side next to her and prop myself up on my elbow. “This was only supposed to be one time though, huh?”
I rest my hand on her belly just above the waist of her yoga pants and stroke the soft, smooth skin.
Even if I were to get to do this every night for the rest of my life, I can’t imagine the thrill of touching her would ever wear off. It makes my stomach backflip like an overenthusiastic circus performer, and my dick gets even harder as she reaches up and pulls my face toward hers.
