Page 33 of The Summer House

The man knew what he was doing. He moved slowly at first, varying speed and pressure until he’d figured out what made her beg. Then he concentrated on keeping her begging until he pushed her to the point of frenzied need. Every time she thought she couldn’t possibly be pushed any higher, he did just that. Higher and more, licking, sucking, nibbling, creating magic.

He slipped a finger inside of her, mimicking the act of lovemaking to follow. The combination nearly made her scream. She tossed her head from side to side as she lost herself in the growing, uncontrollable need to…to…

And then he pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, an endless wave of glorious surrender. She melted into a white-hot puddle, reassembled, then melted again. When the world stopped spinning, she found herself lying in his arms, staring up at his eyes, watching him smile down at her.

“I’m boneless,” she whispered. “Completely boneless. I’ll never be able to walk again.”

“Then we’ll just have to lie here, making love forever.”

That sounded like a good plan to her. Right up until something very impressive nudged her thigh. She reached down and encircled him.

The second her fingers touched his velvet-over-steel arousal, something flickered back to life within her. She wouldn’t have thought it was physically possible for her to become interested again so quickly, but the ache returned and she longed to have him bury himself inside.

“You haven’t lost the condom, have you?” she teased.

He grinned. “Not even for a second.”

While he rolled on the protection, she rose to her knees. When he was finished, she settled herself over him and slowly sank onto him. He filled her completely…deliciously. It was too amazing, she thought, losing herself in the sensation.

He didn’t help when he slipped a hand between her thighs and brushed his thumb against her still-throbbing center. A half dozen or so strokes later and she felt herself soaring again. She rose and fell, caressing him, filling herself. He settled his free hand on her hip to guide her to the right rhythm.

She wanted to watch. She wanted to see the passion overtake him, but as her own need grew, her eyelids fluttered closed. There was only the feel of the man inside her and the way he continued to touch her between her legs.

Tension grew. She felt it in him, as well. Faster and faster she rode him until the end was in sight, then inevitable. Her body convulsed in release, clamping around him, daring him not to give way, as well.

He stiffened, then called out her name. She felt him shudder, and she shuddered herself. Then she braced her arms on the bed and bent toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, settling her on his chest and brushing her hair out of her face.

Their hearts still thundered, in unison, she noticed as the world returned to focus. The steady beating slowed slightly. Her body ached in the best way possible. Tiny aftershocks rippled through her.

“Even better than that first time,” she whispered.

“I’ll agree. My theory is all that mental practice. I’ve been imagining this for nearly two weeks.”

She smiled weakly, wondering if she had the same excuse. While she had been thinking about making love with Rick, she hadn’t been as specific. For her it had been more vague and slightly romantic. Moonlight, flowers, declarations of—

She pushed herself off his chest and stared at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

Nothing that she could share with him. Not without them both thinking she was crazy.

She slid off him and slipped under the covers while he disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared, she forced herself to smile and act normal. As normal as was possible under the circumstances.

“I thought we might lie here until we get enough strength to shrug into the bathrobes hanging in the bathroom. Then we can call room service and order the dinner we just missed.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, pleased that her voice didn’t seem to be giving anything away.

He put an arm around her and drew her next to him. “I’d like to spend the night with you,” he said. “We don’t have to make love if you don’t want to, but I would like you close.”

She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’d like that, too. Both the sleeping and the making love.”

“Really?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

There was no point innotmaking love with him, she told herself as she breathed in the scent of his body and felt her heart constrict a little. Somewhere along the way she’d fallen in love with Rick. Or worse, she’d never stopped loving him. Whichever it was didn’t matter. Either way, she was a goner.

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