Page 26 of It Starts With Summer

“It can’t be potato.”

“Too late to take it back now.It’ll be the only thing you think of when you decline a shower with your sexy new lover.You say ‘potato’ and I’ll pretend you didn’t turn me down flat.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, a smile creeping across his lips.

“But you like me.You can’t lie.You have your arm around me.”

“Only because you look so damn happy when you’re cuddling.I’m autistic.I don’t even like cuddling.”

“Oh,” I said, and started to move away, and he stiffened, his hand tightening around my waist, and he hauled me closer.I yelped and sort of half fell into his lap.

“Are you moving away because of the first thing I said or the second?”he asked, and I turned to face him, settling onto my knees.

“It doesn't bother me that you’re autistic, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said.“In fact, it makes a lot of sense, looking back at your quirks.But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He stared at me for a long moment.“I don’t like eye contact, either, but when you met my eyes while sucking me off, fuck.”He blew out a shaky breath.“It was like you were trying to beam my load out of me with your freaky, intense eye contact.”

I raised an eyebrow.“Beam?”

“Potato.”

I laughed, shaking my head.“I love watching a guy come, watching his face as I swallow him down.”

“Well, you can do that any time you want.Swallow me down.And I can’t figure out if it’s something about you, or if I was gay this whole time and trying to date women.And potato.Pretend I didn’t dump that all on you.”

I rubbed his arm.“You don’t have to figure everything out right now, Rav.”

“But I enjoy figuring things out.I don’t like things all… un-figured out.”

“Okay.Well, here’s what I know.You’re so fucking sexy to me, and sweet, and funny, and kind.And so damn cool.I want to spend more time with you.”

He frowned.“I’m none of those things.I’m awkward and I say the wrong things, and I’m obsessed with plants and wushu.”

I ignored that.“You’re so beautiful that I want to stare at you all day, drink you in.Preferably, the kind of drinking that involves my lips around your cock.And more of those kisses, please.”

Ravi was still staring at me, his expression unreadable.

“Look, we have three days.Let’s just go with it and see what happens.What’s the worst that can come of it?We both get a bunch of orgasms and we part ways?”

“And what’s the best that can come of it?”

I grinned.“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I don’t.Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked.”

I leaned in, close enough to kiss him, but not quite close enough, teasing him, because I knew it drove him crazy.“The best that can come of it is you go home with a sexy new boyfriend,” I whispered.He gasped, staring down at me, and I met his eyes, the way he supposedly didn’t like.“Can I kiss you?”

“Duh, obviously.”He rolled his eyes at me.I cut that off, shoving him down onto the sand and slamming my lips against his.Like he had in the shower, he took over control, rolling us over so he was on me, so he was holding me, steering me to where he wanted me, and I found that so damn sexy.I spread my legs so he could settle between them, his hardening cock pressed against mine.

He raised his head for a moment, narrowing his eyes at me.“I still can’t figure it out.What you do to me, it’s like you’re magical.”

“I like the theory that I’m magical,” I said, grinning.“I put a spell on you.”

He rolled his eyes.“You would.”He kissed me again, deep and passionate, interrupting it abruptly to lift his lips and say, “So you’re warned, I’m kind of hypersexual.”

“Which means?”

“Um.I become a little obsessive with sexual pleasure.So, for instance, your cock feels so good against mine, now I want that always.”He pressed his hips forward, making me groan.

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