Page 32 of The Summer House

“You do everything,” he said with a groan.

She was having a little trouble in the breathing department herself. Plus she needed him to touch her. This “clothes on” stuff wasn’t working at all. Without thinking, she reached for his shirt, only to have the elevator doors open.

Mandy nearly fainted. For the length of their journey to the sixth floor, she’d completely forgotten where she was. That had never happened to her before.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door to their suite. She was relieved to see that the corridors were deserted. No one had witnessed her wanton behavior.

It wasn’t that she regretted her feelings, or her passion, but some things were better done in private.

With some muttering and cursing, he pulled the card key out of his back pocket, then managed to get the door open. They hurried into the spacious living room. Rick slammed the door shut behind them a nanosecond before they fell on each other.

Mandy tugged at his shirt, while he did the same with hers. Unfortunately they couldn’t both be pulling T-shirts off each other, so they were forced to break apart, tug off their shirts, then reunite in the center of the room.

“I want you,” he breathed, kissing her jaw, then moving to her neck, where he nibbled on the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I want all of you. I’ve been thinking about this, dreaming about making love with you. I’ve been reliving that amazing afternoon we spent together in my bed. I knew you were right to say we shouldn’t do it again, but that didn’t stop me from wanting you.”

His words were verbal seduction of the most powerful kind. Mandy felt herself melting inside as she gave herself up to the images he painted. She wanted to tell him she had wanted him, too, that there were nights when sexual flashbacks had kept her from sleeping, but as he was kissing her on the mouth, she found it tough to speak.

Then she didn’t want to speak because he’d unfastened her bra and pushed the straps down her arms. As the lingerie fell to the floor, he cupped her breasts in his hands. While he used his fingers to explore her curves, he teased her tight nipples with his thumbs.

Fire shot through her. She clamped her mouth around his tongue and sucked until he moaned. She ran one hand through his hair and dropped the other to his hip. From there it was a short journey around between them to the ridge of need pressing against his fly.

She rubbed the length of him with her palm. He responded by biting her lower lip and moving faster against her nipples. He dropped one hand to her hip, then slid it around. She caught her breath in anticipation, then gasped as he gently squeezed her between her legs.

It was too good, she thought frantically. It wasn’t enough. Naked. They had to be naked. Now!

She reached for the fastening of his shorts, but fumbled. He released her, then pushed her hand away and went to work on the button. She did the same on her shorts. Seconds later they were both naked.

He broke the kiss and stared into her face. She didn’t know what he saw there, but if the wanting was anything like that which she saw on his face, it was pretty powerful. He lowered one hand and stroked her fanny, tracing the full curve then squeezing slightly. Suddenly he closed his eyes and groaned.

“I hope to hell I’ve got a condom in my shaving kit.”

She stared at him. She could feel her eyes widening and her mouth parting. “I never thought of that.” Of course they needed protection. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control, and there were other considerations.

Rick took off for the bathroom of the bedroom he was supposed to be using. She watched him go, admiring the movement of powerful muscles, then followed when he disappeared. There was a rustling sound from the bathroom.

“We can do other stuff if we have to,” she called.

“I know that, but I really want to be inside of you. I love how hot and wet you feel. It drives me crazy.”

His matter-of-fact statement nearly sent her to her knees.

“Got it!”

He came out waving a wrapped condom. Before she could move to the bed, he swooped down and gathered her in his arms.

“I want you,” he breathed, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her jaw. “All of you.”

He kissed her neck, then moved lower to her breasts, all the while moving her backward toward the bed. When she came to a stop against the mattress, he tenderly lowered her down, following so that he knelt between her legs. He tossed the protection onto the nightstand and bent low to lick her nipples.

She found herself in the glorious position of simply receiving pleasure. His tender mouth sucked and tugged until she arched off the bed and begged him to let her find her release. Tension spiraled through her, growing and growing. Heat burned between her legs, then began to seep into every part of her body.

Then he moved lower. Lower and lower, kissing his way down her rib cage, across her belly, and lower still. Her legs fell open. He ran his hands down her forearms until their fingers entwined, then he drew them to the apex of her thighs and had her hold herself open for him.

For a long time he did nothing. She risked a quick glance and saw him looking at her…there.He glanced up and smiled.

“You’re pretty. I like how you look.”

Then, with their gazes still locked together, he lightly licked that single point of pleasure. The combination of seeing and feeling nearly made her fly off the bed. She sucked in a breath and surrendered herself to his ministrations.

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