Page 15 of Blue Summer

I’m pulled back even tighter to the hard body. My heart thuds all the way up into my throat and I try hard to pull myself free. Warmth blows across my ear when a familiar voice reaches me.

“What exactly are you doing down here?”

My body automatically slumps against him, and I am only being held up by his arms. I start talking but it only comes out mumbles because he still has his hand over my mouth. Instead of simply taking it away so I can speak, he moves it so that he is cupping my chin. He turns my head so we can look each other in the eye.

“I… couldn’t sleep.” Damn, it sounds like such a cliché when I say it out loud.

“So, you decided to come into the dark room full of knives in your fucking underwear?”

Yep, even he realizes how stupid it is. I think of the only defense I have.

“I’m not in my underwear… I’m just in panties. Wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean, I’m not JUST in panties, I’m wearing your shirt… over the panties.”

Damn, it just seems to get worse the longer I try to justify it.

“So basically, you came downstairs because you ‘couldn’t sleep’ in your boyfriend’s shirt and nothing else but a scrap of what, lace? Silk?”

“Boyfriend?”

I become hung up on the word and miss the path his hand is taking. When I feel his big palm cup me between my legs, I not only jump but let out a soft squeak too.

“It seems to be lace.”

“Oh my God! Roan! You did not just… to figure out… Oh my God!”

Chapter Fourteen

Roan

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should just caution Summer to be safer and more aware of her surroundings and let her go back to bed. Maybe fix her something to snack on if she still feels like she can’t sleep. Sometimes eating something helps me go back to sleep… which is something I really shouldn’t have thought about, thinking about eating while I have my hand on… what I have my hand on.

I fight back a moan that lodges deep in my throat so that it doesn’t come out and scare her.

“Roan! Wh… what are you doing?”

“Apparently teaching you a lesson in safety.” I keep my hand on her delighting in all the softness and warmth I have at the tips of my fingertips… so to speak. My other hand comes around her and tips her head up just enough so I can take her lips with my own. I don’t mean for the kiss to be so demanding. It just comes across that way because of the urgency I feel where she is concerned.

I am unprepared for her to kiss me back. At the first touch of her tongue on mine, my knees go wobbly, and I have to maneuver us over to the table so I can sit. I pull her down in my lap and am surprised when she comes willingly. Sitting on my lap has her at the perfect height for more kisses. At some point, I run my hands along her smooth legs until I can follow them all the way up and cup the sweet globes of her ass.

I pull her in closer to me noting how perfectly she fits against me. I pulled on a pair of thin pajama bottoms when I heard her open her bedroom door. I have never been so glad that door sticks and makes a whining sound anytime someone opens it. Before I heard it, I wasn’t sleeping. I was up trying to talk myself out of going to her room by taking myself in hand… so to speak. Now, I have my hands on something a hell of a lot softer than I am. There is no way she can’t feel it, standing at attention, between us, nestled between her soft open thighs.

When she starts rocking against it, I realize I am going to have to do the right thing and call a stop to this, even if it will kill me a little. It’s for the best… for her.

“Okay, sweet angel, we should probably… slow down.” She keeps kissing me and rocking those sexy hips against the bulge that keeps growing longer and thicker. “Or maybe, you know, stop altogether, and go back to bed.”

She pulls back to look down at me and I have to hold my breath, so I don’t go back to kissing her and say to hell with stopping. “You… want to stop?”

No! But it’s the right thing to do. For her. It’s on repeat in my head and I say it like a mantra. I have to do what is right FOR HER. Even as she asks and I talk myself into doing what is right, my hands go from massaging her ass to slowly sliding my fingertips back so that I can follow all that warmth and touch the gusset of her panties.

When I find her so wet, I have a knee-jerk reaction to pull the little strip of lace to the side and explore. She gasps and moves to stand up so she can crawl off my lap, but I won’t let her go. I can’t now that I know what she feels like, how much she enjoys kissing me. Almost as much as I enjoy kissing her.

“I thought you said we should… stop?”

“I did.” I squeeze the plump curve of her ass cheek; it also fits too well into the palm of my hand.

She bends over and kisses me softly. It’s not as rushed or as deep as some of our other kisses but this one… this one takes my breath away because this one is not one I took but one she gave me. Freely and willingly.

“We should probably.” She mumbles the words against my mouth but then goes right back to kissing me.

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