Page 40 of No Place Like Home
The glare she gave me was hot as a five-alarm fire—and not “hot” likelet’s go to the room and get it on again, but “hot” as inshut the hell up and leave me the fuck alone. “Do you mind? I’m watching this.”
“Sorry,” I turned back to the television and tried to watch the train wreck that held Summer’s attention.
The tension in the room grew so thick you could cut it with a knife. When I couldn’t take the silence anymore, I jumped up and slapped my hands on my thighs. “All right, I can’t handle this. I’m taking a shower and getting ready for bed. I’m sure Mom will be here early in the morning.”
“No, we’re leaving at noon. Your mom and I talked before she left the salon.”
I stopped on my trek to the bathroom. “So, you do speak.”
“Just answering your question. Don’t get your dick all hard.”
Fuck. Just hearing her saydickmade my dick do just that. “If it was, would you take care of it?”
She flipped me the finger and added, “Fuck you.”
“Promise?” I chuckled. Maybe I was a bit crazy, but her attitude turned me on. I winked and turned toward the bathroom. “I’ll leave the door unlocked just in case you decide to join me.”
I walked in the bathroom, laughing to myself as I pictured her pissed and seething. She hated to be taunted, and I knew for a fact thatsheknew I was completely aware of that, and still did it to piss her off more.
Once the water was hot, I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I grabbed the soap and washed, rinsed off, then put shampoo in my hair. I stood under the spray and let the pounding of the water against my body take the thoughts of Summer and what we could be doing from my mind.
Suddenly, the curtain pulled to the side and my eyes popped open.
“Thought I’d take you up on the offer,” Summer said as she stepped into the tub.
My eyes rested on her breasts, nipples hard as the water cascaded down her cleavage, over her tight stomach and shapely hips, and down her long legs to pool between those perfect toes.
“Are you done gawking?” she asked.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and words had fled my mind. “I’m not gawking. Just in shock.” Maybe Iwasin shock. Does that cause you to freeze, unable to move?
“Why? You invited me. No need to waste water on two showers. But if you don’t want me in here with you, I can leave.”
She pulled open the curtain and that’s all it took to yank me out of my trance. “No.” I reached for the curtain and closed it. “Stay. Please.” I placed my hand on her arm. It was slippery from the water, or maybe it was the shampoo still on my hand.
“Okay,” she said, voice all sultry and seductive. “You just had to ask.” She stepped closer and reached up to slide her hands through my hair. “You still have some suds,” she said, leaning my head back to rinse it.
She scrubbed slowly and massaged my head with her skilled hands. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Her fingers lingered at my temples, sending a slow, rush of desire deep in my gut. Who knew hands rinsing shampoo could be this sexy, this erotic.
Suddenly her lips were on mine and her hands laced behind my neck. I groaned partly with surprise, but mostly with pure primal desire. I pulled her under the shower with me and we devoured each other’s mouths, our tongues touched and curled around each other. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her touch, how she felt against my body.
My hands moved to cup her breasts, which filled my hands with more to spare. I played with her nipples until I could free my mouthfrom our frantic kissing and suck them in till they filled me. The moans that escaped her made the desire that was churning in my gut release itself and filled my entire being with need.
Suddenly, she pulled away and her hands brushed down my neck, caressed my chest, and slowly made their way down to the area I needed them to touch the most. As she cupped my hardness in her soft hands, I sucked in a deep breath and breathed out, “Summertime.”
Then she was on her knees in front of me, licking from the base of my dick to the head. I glanced down, and the wicked smile she sent me made me harder, if that was even possible. When her mouth surrounded me, my hands went into her hair and guided her as she sucked and licked and drove me wild. “God, Summer.” My insides became warm, then hot as an inferno. My dick throbbed, and the shock that went through my body caught me off guard.
Summer pulled away and kissed a trail up my body while her hand finished me off.
An earth-shattering orgasm shook my core as her mouth finally found mine. The kiss was intense, deep, needy.
I rinsed off and reached behind me to turn off the shower. My body was hot for her, but a part of me was concerned that she might overthink things and pull away again—or worse, shut me out. No way in hell did I want that to happen.
I held her hand as we stepped out of the shower, then grabbed a towel and started drying her off—first her shoulders and arms, then her chest and stomach, and finally her breasts, which I lavished with my lips and tongue.
“You’re beautiful Summer. Perfect.”
She combed her fingers in my hair, and I lifted her onto the counter. “My turn.” I kissed her mouth briefly before I traveled down her body, stopping here and there along the way to nip at her skin and enjoy the taste of her. She leaned back against the wall as I kneaded her breasts, moaning in the sexiest way.
