Page 15 of My Summer Fling

“That’s too far away from you.”

“I happen to think it’s the perfect distance. Actually, you back in California is the perfect distance.”

“Millie.” I drop everything on the floor again and my hands move to grasp her face, my thumbs running across the smooth skin of her cheekbones. “What’s going on? Why have you freaked yourself out here?”

She rolls her eyes and tries to pull free of me, but I won’t let her. We’re going to talk this out whether she wants to or not. Because what happened last week is something I would like to happen again.

And, yeah, I also don’t want her kicking herself in the ass over it. I don’t want her to regret anything she does with me.

“Noah,” she says in a warning tone.

“Millie,” I say, mocking her tone.

She sighs. “I was honestly a little afraid to face you again.”

“Why?”

“Because the last time I saw you, you were running off in the morning without even having coffee first.”

“I had a wedding to go to, sweet girl.” I run my fingers through her hair and my dick stirs when she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t communicate that well enough with you. But I would’ve stayed in bed with you all day if I could have. I would have licked every inch of your body that day if I didn’t have to leave.”

Her eyes open and her pupils are blown wide. I step closer to her, closing any distance that was between us a moment ago as I pull hard on her hair. Her head drops back to expose her neck as she moans against the sting in her scalp.

Leaning forward, I lick her from her collar bone up to the base of her ear, taking the soft shell between my teeth.

“Stop fighting this,” I whisper. “Let me spend the summer with you. Let me worship you and your body every chance we get. Let mestayhere.”

Her fingers grip hard onto my T-shirt, tugging me tighter against her body as my lips ghost over hers. We stare at each other, our faces barely an inch apart.

“Tell me I can stay.”

She gives me the smallest nod.

I pounce. My mouth finds hers and I push her against the wall. My tongue begs for entrance, and she gives it to me, parting those plump lips for me. My sweet girl. So stubborn yet so fucking sweet when she lets me in.

I roll my hips against her belly, and her hands reach up to run through my hair, tugging on the ends. I grab her ass and lift her up so she’s pinned against the wall with my hips. My cock is hard and throbbing, begging to be inside of her as I line up with her hot cunt.

She’s wearing a light blue dress today, so there’s nothing but her panties separating us. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I let my fingers crawl under her dress and beneath the lacey band of her underwear.

“Are you wet for me?” I ask her before dipping a little farther down.

She nods and pushes forward, kissing me and swirling her tongue over mine.

“How wet, Mills? How badly do you want this?” I ask her between kisses.

“I don’t want it,” she confesses against my mouth. “I need it, Noah.”

“Fuck,” I groan. I push my fingers all the way down and let the tips run through her slit. “I need this too, baby girl.”

When I roll my fingertips over her clit, she grinds down on my hand, her body begging for more.

“Promise me you won’t disappear again,” I demand as one finger slips inside of her.

“I promise.”

I pull out and let another finger slide inside of her.

“Promise me you won’t push me away.”

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