She sucked in her breath, then finally said, “Yes.I’m okay with it.”
With that settled, they finished their sandwiches in a strangely companionable silence.As if they’d gotten something out of the way.The day was glorious, even if he couldn’t fuck her in the cavern.And he wanted way more than fucking from her.Which reminded him of her words from last night.
It’s not making love, it’s fucking.
But he was going to show her that what he made her feel, what he made her want, what he made her need, was so much more than fucking.Tonight, he would give her the fantasy, falling asleep with his cock buried deep inside her.
After they’d made love.
The day had been brilliant,the bright blue sky above, the turquoise ocean, the camel-colored sand with flowering vines running through it, the deep green fern fronds, and his dark brown eyes looking at her with something she was terrified to define.
Summer wanted what was between them to be just about sex.But every day seemed another escalation closer to making their relationship into something more.See, even she was calling it arelationship.It was supposed to be just phone sex.But then they went out together.It wasn’t supposed to be physical, but then he’d taken her on the hood of his car.It wasn’t supposed to be dating, but then they’d gone on a date to the beach.And now they’d agreed not to use protection.She believed him, they were both protected against the physical.
But what would protect her heart?
When she brought him into her townhouse, her home, after their long hike and delicious lunch, she needed it to be just sex.And it terrified that with Knox, it was no longerjustsex.It was becoming more.
Was it making love?
But once they were inside her home, she couldn’t resist.Hell, she didn’t even want to resist.
Slipping her fingers inside his belt buckle and hanging on, she whispered seductively, as if they were on the phone, “I want my fantasy.”
He gazed down at her with his dark eyes, darker than maple now, as dark as mahogany.“Which fantasy?”he murmured.
“The one where I take you in my mouth.”
He didn’t laugh.He didn’t even smile.“I thought that wasmyfantasy.”
“I definitely remember last night—” She smiled for him.“—when you asked me what my fantasy was, and I said it was your cock in my mouth.”
She flipped open his belt buckle.
He stilled her hands.“As I recall, that was on your bed.Not in your front hallway.”
“Oh, so you want to see my bedroom.”She grinned at him, trying to keep things light.
“I want to see your bedroom.I want to see your purple comforter and your lavender sheets and the peacock over your bed.And I want to see my cock in your mouth.Because up until now—” He tapped his temple.“—that’s been only in my head.”
This was how she wanted things to be.Just sex.His hand in hers, walking backwards, she led him to the stairs.Then she turned, pulling him up behind her, leading him.
The bed was king-size, with the sliding glass door to the balcony on the left, a bureau along the short wall, and the big bathroom and walk-in closet to the right.
“You like pillows,” he said.
“All women liked pillows.”
He leaned over to pluck the small stuffed bunny off a pillow.“You didn’t tell me about all the stuffed animals.”
She smiled, taking it from him, clutching the bunny to her chest.“My daughters got this for me last Easter.They’re the ones who love stuffed animals.”
He picked up a teddy bear.“Do you sleep with these at night?”
She clutched the teddy bear to her chest, along with the bunny.“The girls got that for my birthday.”
He scooped up the stuffed puppy.“Is it a husky?”
She was barely able to hide her smile as she took it from him and hugged it to her along with the others.“I always wanted a husky.But they’re big, and they need a lot of exercise.Being cooped up in the townhouse all day while I’m working, a husky would tear the place apart.”
