“No, I’m impressed. You handled them like a pro.”
“It was so rude. How dare he talk to you like that?”
“You don’t take any shit.” Chuckling, I add, “I need to put you on my payroll.”
I twirl her in front of me and back into my arms just after we enter the party. Bringing her in for a kiss, I whisper, “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you, Summer Sky.”
Her expression softens into one I see often in Mountain Laurel Cove, and a smile embraces her lips. She touches my cheek before she kisses me again. “I’m so happy I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. But you know what would make me even happier?”
“What is that?”
“Seeing you in all your glory on the ice.” Warm weather isn’t conducive to a cold-weather sport, but I usually practiceevery day. This summer was just different because I chose to spend time with Roman instead.
She has a way of making me feel worthy of her time and attention.Love one day?I cringe at what I said earlier. Not because it was untrue, but I would never want to tell it as the punchline to a joke. Fuck, what a loser. Maybe this can be my second chance. “I can do that for you sometime.”
The buzz in my pocket makes me smile, but I’m not answering it. I know who it is, but they didn’t care before, so they can go fuck themselves now. “I want a drink and then to show you off to everyone here. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like a good time to me.”God, I love her.
“I can’t believeI met Brad Pitt.” She practically swoons when she says his name for the tenth time tonight. “Did you see him in that F1 movie? He was so good.”
“He’d be great in a hockey movie.” I eye her in the darkened cab of the vehicle. She’s busy watching the city go by outside, so I continue, “Wonder why he was never in one?” I loosen my tie and unbutton the button pinning my collar together. “Maybe he can’t skate.” She looks at me like she’s figured me out—her smile remaining small with the slightest upward tip at the corners and brows raised just enough to signify her amusement but not enough to reveal more. “It really takes some talent to balance on two blades on ice, of all things.”
“Of all things,” she adds like she’s fully invested in this story. Or she’s pulling my leg.
“But to also add in a large stick and perform at top level in a sport?—”
“Brad Pitt could never.” I’m not sure what’s so funny, but Summer’s arms are wrapped around her stomach like she’s going to tip over in laughter if she doesn’t hold onto herself.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
She pats my arm. “You’re half his age, so I think it’s safe to say your role in future movies is secure.”
Huh?“That’s not what I was getting at.”
Wrapping an arm over my shoulders, she scoots onto my lap. “What are you getting at?”
“That I’m a jealous son of a bitch.”
She whispers, “There’s no need to be jealous of Brad Pitt. I only got a photo with him.” She kisses my neck. “But you’re the one I’m going home with.”
“Damn right.” The heat of her lips against my skin has me craving to taste her again. I’m already getting hard when her hand rubs over my dick. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Daniel.”
Fuck.I look out the window to get an idea of how much longer it’s going to take to get to the apartment. Two blocks too many. I turn back, capturing her lips with mine and sliding my hand under the fabric of the dress. It’s not lace or cotton I discover with my fingers. It’s her sweet little pussy wet for me. “Have you been like this all night?”
Rolling her head to the side, she grins, the little minx. “I have, just waiting for you to touch me.”
“Naughty girl, what am I going to do with you?”
“I have a couple of ideas.”
We don’t waste time when we arrive in the building. I pin her against the elevator, nipping at her jaw and wanting so badly to fuck her right here and now. The door slides open, and we look at each other. “This is it, Sutton.”
“It sure the fuck is, Sunshine.”
I take her hand and spin her to the wall ofmy apartment, her back pressed against it as I kiss her down her neck and chest before I’m blocked by the dress. Her tits are trapped in black fabric that fits so tight to her body, I’m thinking they sewed her into it. “Turn around.” I grab the zipper, but it doesn’t budge.
Her breathing grows jagged, and she asks, “Is it stuck?”
