Page 5 of The Guy from that One Summer
I mean, they do say the best thing is to get under someone to get over someone. Maybe having a one-night stand won’t hurt. I’m pretty sure he would’ve killed me by now if he was going to hurt methatway. The achy, feel-you-for-days hurt wouldn’t be so bad though. Also, I’ve never even had my sexual awakening, my exploration of female pleasure. The patriarchy would call it ho-dom, while feminists call it a much-needed revolution. I deserve it, and what could one night of no-strings-attached do? What harm could follow?
That’s when something comes to me. This wild idea that I’ll most likely regret and can’t believe is happening to me in this very moment.
“On one condition,” I tell him, finally squaring my shoulders and letting him know I’m not some meek woman.
“What’s that, darling?” His thick accent sounds so good.
“Film it. I want it recorded, and I want to send it to him when we’re done. Remind him what he’s missing. Put on a show, Finn.” I challenge him with my eyes.
“Oh, I won’t need to put on an act. I know the second I taste this cunt, I will be fucking whipped, baby.”
“One night. That’s all this is, Finn. I’ve never done this, so don’t you dare think you can judge me.” I put my finger in his face, pointing straight at him.
“Whatever you say, darling. No judgement here. Just a man waiting for you to make the first move so we can get this going. I’m done talking, Remy. Let me fucking taste you.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes, and when a sense of trust takes me over—something in his expression giving me a mix pleasure and conviction—I give in.
I nod, and that’s the end of our wait.
He takes my face in his hands and devours my mouth, his tongue hitting mine, and it’s a flavor that makes me drunk on him. Mint. Tequila. And a man who knows what he’s doing.
Can that even be a taste?
I moan, and he matches it with a deep groan from his chest. My hands land on his chest, and they are met with nothing but solid muscle. A wall of pure masculinity.
Damon could never compare.
“Your camera. I want to remember this night.” I separate from him—begrudgingly and with great power, but I do.
“I thought it was to make that prick see what he lost.” He’s cocky, his smirk tugging more to the left.
“Both. If just a kiss made me feel what it did, I want to see and remember the feel of you every time I touch myself.”
“Oh, fuck me, you temptress of a woman. You are going to make me go mad.”
CHAPTERTWO
SEXUAL REVOLUTION
He pulls out his phone.I watch closely, my hands jittery, so eager to get this started. The arousal isn’t just building between my legs but in my entire body. My stomach is coiled, with an occasional flutter of butterflies, my legs shaky with need, my skin hot and blotchy. I want this night of unattached, kinky, and wild fucking sex. I want to feel Finn for days. Remember what it was like to be wild and free for once. To meet a man sculpted by God and be fucked like his cock was made solely by the devil.
Setting the camera up in the window of the kitchen, just above the sink and directly in line with the island, he moves back to me in long, steady strides. Grabbing my hips, he lifts, and I wrap my arms lazily around his shoulders and kiss him, my long brown hair falling around us. My legs are around his waist, and I must restrain myself from grinding and finding the friction my body so badly needs.
Be patient, you hungry woman.
He sets me down and stands up straight, looking to the camera, my dress, to me, the camera again, and then back to me.
“Fuck it.” With one hand, he pulls at the fabric of my spaghetti-strapped sundress—or so I thought—and it rips, my breasts falling out, heavy and needy.
“Did you just rip my dressandbra?” I ask breathlessly.
“I have no time to waste, and I also don’t ever want to forget this. Lie back and legs up. Now.”
Moving fast, I do what he says. I don’t even hesitate. I want this more than I want air, and that says a lot. Because a girl has to breathe.
Lifting my legs, he takes my ankles, pulls them apart, then he lifts my dress.
“No fucking panties. Tell me, Remy. Before we go any further, do you like degradation?” I look up at him and breathe in and out heavily, so ready to have any part of him. A touch, a lick—hell, a breath on my core would do. I’m needy as all get out.
