“I could come over and sneak into your bedroom and fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
She laughed.“You know you can’t do that.”
“Yeah, but we weren’t even supposed to talk this weekend.”
“I couldn’t fall asleep without hearing your voice,” she admitted.
The confession did something to him, as if she were admitting how badly she neededhim, not just his cock or his sex.His heart beat faster, his skin heated, but even more, it stole his breath.It made him realize again all the things he needed from her, all the things he wanted to beg for.All the ways he wanted to fuck her and love her.Yes, love her.
He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it happened.There were so many moments, so many words between them, so many touches, both physical and mental.She fit him like no woman ever had.She thought like he did, completed his fantasies, slaked his needs.In twenty years, he’d never felt so… content.She was hassle-free, drama-free.Yes, she made him wild, crazy with need, and she brought out his protective instincts.But she also relaxed him, settled him, accepted him, even when he was arrogant and pushy.
“So now you can fall asleep tonight?”he asked.
She moaned, sighed, and he pictured her stretching like a luxurious cat in the sun.“I’m going to sleep so good.”
“Then I’ll let you go.”
“Wait.What about you?I’d love to talk you through an orgasm.Or two or three or four.”She laughed softly, and he felt it deep in his gut.
“I won’t come until I’m in your bed with you.Or you’re in mine.”
“Really?You’ll have blue balls by then.”
“It just means I’ll come so much harder and longer.It’ll be so fucking good for both of us.Hours and hours of fucking you.”
“You know you make me crazy when you say things like that.”
“That’s my job.To make you crazy.Now go to sleep and have very sweet dreams.I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“But you won’t see me until Monday night, after the girls are gone,” she said, followed by a long, satisfied sigh.
“I’ll see you at the company picnic tomorrow.”
She was silent too long before she asked, “You’re not actually going to the picnic?”
“Of course I am.I even have to take a turn at the barbecue.”
Again, she was silent for too long.Until finally, she admitted, “I didn’t think you’d be going.”
He laughed, though it didn’t feel funny.“Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you at the picnic?”
“Of course not.”
But he knew she was.“Let me reassure you, I have no intention of trying to jump your bones in the middle of the barbecue.”
“I never thought you would.”
But she did think he’d dosomething.And he would.
He had every intention of introducing himself to her daughters.
What the helldid he have planned?
Summer closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head, her body pleasantly sated.At least for now.
Until she thought about tomorrow and the barbecue and her daughters.And Knox.
She imagined him walking straight up to her for everyone to see and pulling her into his arms for a mind-melding kiss.
