Page 26 of The Rookie
Once we reach her cabin, I add wood to the fire, and Summer immediately starts shedding her clothes. First the boots, then her jacket, then her sweater, all of which she leaves in a pile on the floor.
My heart hammers erratically as I follow her through the room, collecting the stray articles of clothing.
“Is it hot in here?”
“No,” I say quickly, tugging her tank top back into place but not before catching a glimpse of a black bra that makes my pulse rate spike. “Summer. Stop. You need to keep your clothes on. It’s cold tonight.”
She smiles at me and touches her index finger to my nose. “Oh, Logan. Stop worrying so much.”
I capture her wrist in my hand. “Summer.” I give her a firm look. “Keep your clothes on, okay?”
When she nods, I release her wrist, but my reprieve doesn’t last long. Humming to herself, she begins rubbing her hands over my chest. A bolt of pleasure zaps through me because it’s been a long time since someone’s touched me like this.
“You feel so good. So hard all over. Can I just pet you?” she says, and this makes her laugh.
Hell, even I chuckle. “I’m not a dog.”
“You’d be a really cute dog.” She grins. “Like one of those fluffy designer breeds, maybe?”
“Come sit down.” I tug her toward the couch.
But once there, I realize my mistake. Summer is like an octopus, all hands. She climbs into my lap, straddling me, and her hands roam, petting my chest and pushing into my hair. Then she begins kissing my neck.
Fuck, that feels good.
“Summer, you need to stop.” I grip her shoulders and meet her eyes.
But then she leans forward and captures my mouth in a hot kiss, and I’m powerless to do anything but give in and kiss her back. Her eager tongue touches mine, and I get hot all over.
I stand, lifting Summer with me, and set her on her feet. Stopping this is the only choice. No matter how good kissing her feels, I know it can’t happen like this.
“We can’t. Okay?” My tone is stern.
I expect her to nod in agreement or tell me she understands. Instead, she pushes her right hand inside the waistband of my jeans and slides it down into my briefs.
Jesus.
“Um, your hand is definitely in my pants.”
“Mm-hmm,” she purrs.
“And now you’re touching my dick.”
“Oh. It feels nice.”
“Yeah,” I choke out.
She moans. “Big. Hard. Stiff ...”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I tug her hand free from my pants. “That’s enough, Summer. You can’t.Wecan’t.”
No matter how much I might want to.
Looking up at me through her lashes, Summer pouts. “Not even just this once? I mean, you’re all alone out here, and I’m all alone. We’re both single. And you’re sexy as hell ...”
“You think I’m sexy?” I lift one eyebrow. Her honesty is arousing.
“Uh,yeah. From the first time I saw you when I watched one of your clips, then it was confirmed when I got here. Tall. Muscular. Cute face. You even have all your teeth, and for a hockey player, that’s impressive.”
