She was washing my shit.
Irritated that she had to be so damn helpful, so damn compliant when I missed her fire, and so damn sexy when she was in baggy, oversized sweats, I went to the door and pushed inside.
Fuck. My breath whooshed out. Summer had on the oversized sweatshirt I’d loaned her and that was all. She was hopping on one foot, trying to pull up the baggy, black sweatpants she used when her other clothes were in the wash. Her legs were curvy and toned and bare.
Then she yelped and looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide, and the garment drew up, giving me the most sinful glimpse of rounded ass cheeks I’d ever seen.
“Jonah!” She wobbled and tried to put her foot downto balance herself, but she was caught in all the fluffy material. She toppled.
Shit. I darted for her as she hit the side of the dryer and clambered for a hold, but her feet slid sideways.
I caught her and went down with her. My left leg went out, breaking our fall. My shoulder hit the side of the dryer and my right knee slammed into the floor. I didn’t care. I had a hold of Summer’s warm, slight body. So damn real. The fantasies I’d been harboring hit my brain like a nuclear bomb.
I twisted so my ass hit the floor and drew her on top of me. My pulse was jackrabbiting. “Are you okay?”
“Me? Are you okay?” She wiggled her sweet ass on my thighs as she tried to evaluate my knees. Her long legs were bent in front of her.
I couldn’t think. My brain was devoid of blood. She wasn’t wearing pants or underwear and she was sitting on me. The towel hadn’t fallen off my hips, but it was hanging on by a whisper that was getting told to shut up.
“Summer,” I gritted. My erection throbbed with growing pain. It was flaccid one second and harder than it’d ever been the next.
“Oh my god.” She pressed her fingertips into the flesh around my neck, and it was like a direct line of electricity ran to my cock. “I owe you another massage. What about your shoulder?” She twisted around to inspect my front, but her gaze landed on my bare chest. Those pink lips of hers parted. She finally realized the position we were in.
A sexy flush highlighted her cheeks. Her hair was tousled and still damp. She must’ve taken a quick shower and waited for my stuff to start laundry. I took a silky strand in my thumb and forefinger.
Christ, she was soft everywhere. Paradise was in my lap. No barrier. “You should get off me.”
Hurt flashed on her face. Next was shame. “I’m so sorry.” She scrambled to get off me.
Goddammit. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and drew her toward me until she fully faced me. I’d put that hurt there. I’d made her feel embarrassed. I’d smothered her fire while she’d been under my roof.
I had to do something to put the passion back into her, to watch her bloom with energy, radiant and beautiful.
“Don’t be sorry.” I drew her closer. She was straddling me, and disbelief was in her bright eyes now. A fuck ton better than earlier.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth. I liked the way she looked at me. She hadn’t asked if I was okay because she thought I couldn’t take care of myself. She’d asked because she was terrified she was responsible for my pain. And she was.
But with her on my lap, I had a hard time blaming her. I had a hard time moving beyond the sheer pleasure she could produce by being herself.
“Jonah?”
“I really want to kiss you,” I said gruffly.
Her gaze dipped to my mouth again. “I’m not stopping you,” she murmured.
“You’re naked.”
“I have your sweater on.”
The growl that emanated from me was more beast than man. I could devour this woman and not leave a single morsel behind. She’d be consumed.
We stayed like that. My exhales turning into herinhales.
I closed the distance between us just a hair. “I can feel your heat seeping into my skin.”
Her pupils were dilated and the heat on my leg bloomed.
Lust kicked me in the groin. My erection waved between us. It’d probably escaped the towel.
