Page 12 of Summer's Edge

As if to punctuate the point, she swings her long legs into the air and sits up, slamming her feet against the floor with a thud.

I can see her face now and the look in her eyes is every bit as fiery as I imagined it would be.

“All right, we’ll figure it out later,” I say and laugh. “It’s way too early for sleeping anyway. Come back to the fire. We can have another beer and catch up some more. I liked it.”

She shifts on the bed, making the springs creak and pop.

“Not as much as you hated being left here with me,” she says.

So that’s the problem. Me wanting to ride with the guys. I’m sure that’s significant. Just not anything I should be thinking about.

“Hey, you know me, where there’s action that’s where I’m happiest.”

“And where there’s women too.”

Again. Significant.

“You’re a woman too.”

I laughed, she didn’t.

“Come on, stop being so sour. It’s my first day of freedom. I want to celebrate.”

The silence drags for a few moments. But then she stands up and walks to me.

“OK, but only because you asked nicely,” she says and grins at me, giving me whiplash as most women always do.

How can they even live the way they run so hot and then icy cold at the drop of a hat?

She walks past me, brushing against me as she exits the cabin even though there was plenty of space for her to go around. I need a couple of minutes to stop thinking with my cock after that.

I find her sitting by the fire, holding two bottles of beer, the smile on her face more of a smirk.

“So, tell me all about prison,” she says as I sit down next to her.

“How about you tell me all about LA instead,” I say. “Prison ain’t worth talking about.”

Her eyes change, the feisty light giving way to something much softer as she starts talking.

Too bad I can’t actually hear what she’s telling me, because all I see is the shape of her lips and the way they move as she speaks. Like drops of water sliding down a glass pane, like a breeze moving blades of grass in the spring, like…

I lean over and kiss those sweet lips without even deciding to. Because I needed to. Because I couldn’t remember how to breathe until I did it.

And she’s kissing me back. Passionately like those sharp eyes and even sharper tongue of hers always promised. She tastes better than anything I’ve ever had.

But I can’t haveher.

Her eyes are spitting flame at me as I break the kiss and stand up to get away from her.

“This was a mistake,” I mutter.

Lava has nothing on the heat shooting at me from her eyes.

“Yeah. Clearly.” She stands up too.

“Summer, come on…” I say to her back as she stalks back into the house. “Your father—”

“Isn’t here,” she snaps, her long silky hair fanning out as she turns to me. I just held that hair seconds ago.

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