Page 29 of Summer Redemption

I don’t pump inside of her slow and sweet. No, I go from zero to sixty in two seconds. As I pull out of her and slam back inside, she moves her hips to meet each one of my thrusts.

The rhythm between us is natural as the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room. Then there’s the sound of her arousal.

Fuck.

It’s a damn musical extravaganza made from sin and desire.

One borne of need, desperation, and love, even if she’s not ready for the last thing. It’s still there.

It lives in this moment with us and can’t be denied. I can see it in her eyes, and I can feel it in the way her hands glide over my skin.

When my lips meet hers, the kiss between us is sweet and tastes like tomorrow. It’s in complete contrast to the way I’m fucking her. She clings to me as her heels dig into my ass and spur me on.

Our panting breaths mix, and we’re lost in each other. Every movement, every moan, every surge of need and passion, takes us closer to the edge.

My spine tingles and my balls draw up just as I feel the walls of her pussy start to tighten around my length. It’s bliss.

We fall together, holding on to each other like we’re never letting go. If I have my way, we never will.

Our hearts pound together as we soar with pleasure and then float back down slowly. After filling the condom, I should pull out of her and get her cleaned up. I want to take care of her, desperately.

Not wanting to break the connection between us quite yet, I roll us until she’s draped over my chest, her hair flying until it settles against my skin.

“Perfect,” I whisper against her hair, and she snuggles against me.

She’s not ready to admit it, but she’s mine. And this only proves it.

I’ll wait. She’s worth it.

CHAPTER 11

SUNSHINE

Huxley’s fingers are entwined with mine as we approach the farmer’s market which causes a riot of emotions to flow through me. I’m not even sure where to start figuring out everything I’m feeling.

I’m scared.

I’m hopeful.

I’m mentally bracing myself for the worst.

While I understand he’s not the boy who made fun of me, my nerves can’t tell the difference right now. He’s shown me how much he’s changed, and things have been amazing over the last week since I agreed to give it a real go with him after he admitted that he sees a future with me.

Still, this feels like a test and I’m not sure which one of us is really in the hot seat. Is he testing me and my ability to lookpast how he might have been with any woman we encounter? It’s already bothering me, but I know, logically, I have no right to be upset about it. He’s not the only one with a past even if mine isn’t as prolific as his.

Or maybe I’m testing him to see how he’ll treat me in public. We’ve kept our relationship pretty private. No one was doing romance tours and driving by Limitless or my place.

But today we’re out in the town.

This feels like a declaration of our relationship. It scares the hell out of me. What if the first time someone questions him, he plays it off as a joke?

I’m not too strong to admit that if it were to happen, I’d be crushed.

I can pretend to be as cautious as I want to be, but Huxley has gotten under my skin. I’m no longer haunted by the things he used to say to me years ago, which is a pleasant change. There’s no doubt in my mind that he treats me well.

In private.

Will it change being out in public and surrounded by the people in town? I hope not. I really do, but what will I do if it happens?

---