Page 44 of Fractured Trust

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After Summer had gotten changed into her bikini, Noah drove them back to his place in Malibu. He wasn’t sure whether he was embarrassed or proud when her mouth dropped open at her first sight of his large house—glowing almost blindingly white in the bright sunlight—with its sweeping driveway and impressive double wooden entry doors.

When he led her into the foyer, she stopped and spun on the spot to take in the airy, light-filled space that extended the full two stories. She turned to him and smiled. “It’s gorgeous, Noah.”

But it was the view out over the ocean through the floor-to-ceiling windows that extended along the back of the house that stopped her in her tracks. For a long, few minutes she stared out at the deep, blue of the water extending to the horizon, before turning to him with a crooked smile. “You really made it, didn’t you?”

He laughed. “What, the tens of thousands of screaming fans at our concert didn’t tell you that?”

She looked back at the view, a wistful expression crossing her face. “I don’t know why, but this makes it more real.”

He wondered if she were thinking the same thing he was, that if things hadn’t gone wrong between them, they might have bought this place together. That this could have been her home too.

After a few more minutes admiring the view, she turned and smiled. “So, are you going to show me around the rest of this behemoth?”

He gave her a quick tour, then pulled out his favorite surfboard and a spare longboard for Summer and took her down to the private beach the house sat above. After laying the boards out on the sand, he showed her how to wax them, then got her to start practicing popping up and getting her stance right while the board was stationary.

His plan when it came to Summer—if you could call it a plan—was about as simple as it could get. Spend as much time with her as possible, build up her confidence in herself, and in him. Prove to her she was all he needed. So that when the time came for him to leave on tour, she’d be willing to take that leap with him.

Although maybe his plan to spend time with her should have started with something a little less distracting than a surfing lesson. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Reminding her of all the fun they used to have together. How easy and good it was between them. But seeing Summer in her sexy aqua bikini, the sun licking over her smooth skin, was far too difficult to resist. He was already half hard just from watching her.

But then again, why did he have to resist? No reason not to take advantage of the chemistry that still sizzled between them. Every touch, every kiss, would only tie her tighter to him so that she wouldn’t be able to walk away again.

He stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her waist in a pretense of adjusting her position, the warmth of her skin under his fingers sending an answering heat pulsing through his veins.

“Like this?” she said, tucking strands of her hair behind her ears as she looked down at her feet.

Noah leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against the skin of her neck. Summer laughed softly, but it cut off when he slid his hand down the soft skin of her stomach and slipped the tips of his fingers just beneath the top of her bikini bottoms, slowly tracing them along the line of the waistband.

She stilled, a quiver running through her. “Noah, what are you doing?” Her voice was low, husky.

“I’m touching you.”

“I thought you were going to take me surfing.” Her breathless voice caused his cock to stiffen fully, and he exhaled against her neck, goose bumps rippling out from where his breath had touched her.

“I am. But first I want to do this,” he said, running one finger slowly down over her pubic bone and sliding it into her slick heat.

Summer inhaled sharply. “What if someone sees?” she asked, her voice equal parts nervous and aroused.

“They won’t.”

Noah skimmed his finger over her clit, and they both groaned. He slid his other hand up and tugged her bikini top down, so he could cup her breast, but he could still feel the tension in her. “Do you trust me, Summer?”

It was a loaded question, but he needed to hear her say it. Even if she thought he was only talking about what he was doing to her right at this moment.

She breathed out, relaxing back against him. “Yes.”

Noah smiled in relief and pressed a kiss against her head. Her nipple was peaked and hard, and he circled it with his finger until it tightened further, then pinched it gently. Summer dropped her head back against his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut as he continued brushing his finger over her clit again and again until her hips were pulsing against his hand. Then he continued lower, sliding a finger inside her.

“Oh God, Noah,” she moaned breathlessly.

“You’re dripping, Sunshine. Are you going to come for me?”

“If you keep that up,” she mumbled, her head lolling against him, eyelashes fluttering against the arch of her cheekbones.

He was so hard it felt like there was a steel bar in his shorts, and he pressed himself into the small of her back, grinding it against her.

“That’s good, because once you do, I’m going to sink my cock into that tight, wet pussy and make you come all over again.”

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