Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
The throw rustles as he slides into a sitting position. “What do you want to know?” he asks gruffly.
With a shaky exhalation, I ask, “Do you still think I’m surface level?”
“No. I don’t.” Sheer sincerity.
I nod slowly. “Did you plan on running away after I sucked you off in the locker room?”
“No. I didn’t.” Genuine regret.
I swallow. “Are you as tired of fighting this attraction between us as I am?”
“Yes. I am.” Pure need.
My hands tremble as I grasp the hem of my dress and drag the soft wool up my body and over my head. This is crazy. But crazy is kind of my middle name.
Fitz makes a choked noise. “Summer?”
I ignore him. I keep my stockings on because the hardwood floor is damn cold. Underwear stays on too, but I unclasp my strapless bra and let it drop to the floor.
He gives a sharp intake of breath.
I climb onto the bed and slide under the throw with him.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” he rasps.
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
I move closer so that our lips are inches apart. “Why do you think?”
24
Fitz
Summer is in my bed. Not the season. The girl. The beautiful, topless girl who just woke me up from a nap and told me she’s tired of her fighting her attraction to me.
I know there’s more we need to talk about. I all but begged her not to go out with Hunter earlier, and she’d still walked out the door. And I’m sure she has questions for me, questions I’ll undoubtedly have a difficult time answering. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’m scared to.
Summer scares me. She always has. She makes me want to open up, and that’s not a normal urge for me.
And speaking of urges, she unleashes a pretty basic one when she brings her fingertips to my lips and gently strokes them.
I inch closer, doing everything in my power not to look at her tits. Don’t get me wrong—I’m dying to. But I’m about to offer her an out before this gets out of hand, and if she takes it, I’d rather we stopped before I get too attached to those tits.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“One hundred percent.” A note of vulnerability enters her voice. “Are you?”
I can’t stop a laugh from flying out.
Summer’s entire body stiffens. “Are you kidd—”
“No,” I say quickly, “I’m not laughing at you. I promise. It’s just…am I sure? Fuck, Summer, I jerk off to the thought of you every single day. I can’t get you out of my head, and it only got worse after you gave me a blowjob. Now I jerk off twice a day.”
She responds by kissing me senseless.
Yeah, neither of us is going to stop this. It’s been a long time coming. A long fucking time.
Our clothes come off. I’m not sure how or when, but suddenly I’m naked and rolling on top of her, one leg sliding between both of hers, my lower body grinding against her softness. Her mouth is fused to mine, and she lifts her hips, shamelessly rubbing herself on my dick, straining to get closer.
My tongue prods the seam of her lips. She parts them on command, granting me access. When I swirl my tongue over hers, she gives a desperate moan that vibrates through my body. I chuckle and retreat, nibbling her full lower lip before peppering kisses along her jaw.
When I reach her neck, she slants her head and my mouth latches onto her flesh, sucking gently. She whimpers and rocks harder against me.
She tries to reach between us to grab my dick, but I gently swat her hands away. “Nuh-uh,” I murmur. “You’re always the one making me feel good. It’s my turn.”
And then I proceed to tease the living hell out of her. Forget drugs—you want a real high? Suck on Summer’s perfect tits. Kiss the surprisingly sensitive spot right below her belly button and watch her hips arch as her pussy seeks the heat of your cock.
My stubble scrapes the underside of one round, perky breast as I lick my way back up to toy with her nipples some more. I spend an obscene amount of time kissing and licking her, while she grabs my head to keep me in place. Ha. Like I’m going anywhere. I suck one nipple hard enough to elicit a loud moan from her lips, then flick my tongue in feather-light movements over each hard bud until Summer’s hips begin to thrash again.
“Fitz,” she begs. “No more teasing. I need…”
I slide down and bury my face between her legs. “This what you need?” I groan against her flesh.
Her ass shoots off the mattress.
Chuckling, I grasp her hips to steady her before teasing her with my tongue. Every long, lazy lick summons from her a whimper or a moan or a breathy sigh. When I push one finger inside, her inner muscles greedily clamp around it, and the top of my dick nearly blows off. Oh man, she’s amazingly tight. My brain goes hazy as I capture her clit in my mouth and suck on it, while my finger languidly moves inside her.