Page 41 of No Place Like Home
Finally, I separated her thighs and found what I searched for. My thumb moved over her most sensitive spot as my tongue tasted her. She was delicious—everything about her tasted so sweet. Her breathing quickened as I picked up my pace. “Come for me, Summer,” I said.
Her breathing became rapid. “Rowan, yes.” She convulsed and moaned her pleasure. I stayed there a little longer to make sure she was finished, then kissed my way back up her body, enjoying the sound of her panting, the rise and fall of her breasts, and the flush in her cheeks. She looked even more beautiful than ever.
My mouth found hers again. I lifted her and carried her the short distance to the room, our lips locked together. I laid her down gently and reached for the condoms, hard as a rock again and ready for more. “I want you now, Summer.”
“Yes, Rowan. Take me.”
I rolled on a condom and slid inside her. She was wet, slick, warm—heaven.
I thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed me deeper, her hands on my ass. I tried to go slow, enjoy the feeling of Summer beneath me. Our eyes met and we held each other’s gaze.
She pulled me to her and kissed me. Her hips found a rhythm to match mine and she pushed me deeper. “Rowan,” she whispered.
I felt her release and she cried out in my ear.
“Rowan, yes,” she said as she pushed me harder into her and I let go of all control.
Pulse after pulse, I came until my body was taken over by tremors. Finally, I slowed my movement and peered down at her. We both breathed heavily, and she looked at me through her eyelashes, lips parted as she basked in her own feelings.
She was stunning, and I was speechless.
She leaned up and again her lips met mine. It was a tender, affectionate kiss that I didn’t want to end, but it had to. “Hold that thought,” I whispered, “I’ll be right back.” I lifted myself away from her and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Then I crawled under the sheets and pulled her to me.
She laid her head on my chest and her hands traced circles on my abs. My breathing became even, relaxed. This was exactly what I hoped it would be. “Thank you, Summertime.”
She looked up. Her eyes were bright, happy, full of life. Not something I saw in her often. “Thank you for what?”
I shook my head and brushed hair from her face. “For not blocking me out, not pushing me away. But most of all for that fucking amazing blow job in the shower.”
That got a loud, hearty laugh from her. “You challenged me.”
“You’re right. But I sure as hell didn’t think you’d take me up on it.”
“Why not? When was the last time you knew me to back away from a challenge?” Again, she leaned up.
I thought about that, and didn’t have an answer. “Don’t know, but you were all over the place with your emotions today.” I shrugged. “I didn’t know what to expect when I got home tonight.”
“Yeah, well, as usual, I spent my day overthinking things. Stressing over why I should make sure to not do anything rash. Why this isn’t a good choice. But as soon as you sat down on the couch, my body reacted, and my brain put all my overthinking on hold and finally listened to what I wanted.”
“Well, your brain made a good decision.” We held each other’s gaze for a long beat.
“Yeah, it did.” Summer closed the space between us with a long, deep kiss—which once again made me hard, and we took no time going for round two. This time, though, when I crawled back in bed, Summer kissed me and rolled over. She pulled my arms around her and cuddled into me. I fell asleep with the warmth and softness of her skin against my chest, and the smell of her filling my senses.
I closed my eyes and pulled her even closer. I didn’t know how long this Summer would last before she doubted herself—and us—again. Hell, I didn’t know if she’d even acknowledge any of this in the morning. But I was determined to keep all those negative thoughts at bay and enjoy whatever I could get from Summer, for as long as I could.
After all, tomorrow I would be spending it with her and my mother together, and I was sure something would go wrong enough to make tonight seem like a dream—like a fantasy that never really happened.
Chapter 18
Rowan
“What is that?” I mumbled into the pillow as a rooster crow, just outside the bedroom window, woke me from the most restful sleep I’ve had in a long time. The sun streamed in through the curtains. I considered rolling over and throwing the pillow over my head, but Summer’s leg lay across mine and I didn’t want to move.
I turned and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. Her hand was tucked under her pillow. I lightly brushed my finger along her cheek and tucked hair behind her ear, then kissed her softly on her angelic forehead.
Another loud crow came from outside.
“I’m going to fucking murder that damn rooster,” Summer mumbled as she rolled over.
