Summer Love_ A Steamy Small Town Romance Anthology - Piper Rayne Page 0,139

eyebrows. “Unless you want more.”

She fakes yawning. “You’re smooth but a little rusty.”

“I’ll show you there’s no rust under the hood, gorgeous,” I joke. “Race you to it.”

I don’t know who was chasing whom. We arrive at the inn in less than fifteen minutes. I drag her to the third floor and open the door to my room.

“Do you have condoms?” she asks, taking off her shoes.

“I’m a good boy scout,” I answer, pulling a square foil out of my wallet.

“Do we have any rules?”

“Rules?” I answer as I pull my t-shirt up and throw it to the floor. “What are you talking about? This isn’t BDSM, is it?”

She laughs, and it’s becoming my favorite sound. It’s such a free, happy sound. “No. I mean…I don’t know what I mean. Maybe something like no kissing, or no names, or…I don’t partake in one-night stands. Though, I want to keep this like one time.”

“Oh,” I say. “I mean, we don’t have to exchange names. I would like to fuck your mouth with my tongue and, if you want, my cock too.”

She’s staring at my chest. “Like what you see?” Her needy eyes stare at me. “Let’s see what you have.”

“Maybe that’s my rule,” she says. “We don’t exchange names, compliments, or flirt. We just do it.”

“What if I refuse? I want to savor you, tell you how beautiful you are, and how delicious you taste.”

“No,” she states. “I don’t want it to be that intimate.”

“Okay,” I say. “Are you regretting this?”

She sucks on her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah, this isn’t me. I—”

“What is it?”

“See, I want to do this. Like all night, I thought about saying fuck it. The next time I won’t back down. I even dreamt of what you could do to me,” she says, her skin turning slightly pink.

“What did I do to you in your dream?” I dare to ask, taking a step closer to her. She doesn’t move or turn her gaze away as I take a second one. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to imagine everything?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, as her eyes stare at me like the ocean stares at the sun openly and hopeful for a new day.

“But it does. Maybe you forgot part of it, and you need someone to refresh your memory. First, I kissed you,” I whisper, bending closer to her. “Just like I did last night. Do you want to remember?”

A shy smile curves her lips. “Maybe.”

I brush the loose strands away from her face. “I hesitated at first because what if I’m making you uncomfortable. I waited even as our lips almost touched.”

“Why did you wait?”

“I enjoy feeling your heat against mine, your anticipation, the need.” I brush her soft lips with mine. She gasps, opening her mouth just slightly. Her eyes brighten the room.

I dip my mouth to hers. This is almost as good as running and feeling the air against my body while I imagine that I’m flying against the current and the mundane I life I live. The only difference is I don’t rush. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me, hoping that this kiss is enough to convince her that we could have something beautiful before she has to go to work.

There’s nothing wrong with creating a perfect moment while you take a break from life. In an hour, we’ll be a memory.

Desire flows through my veins. I kiss her neck, travel over her bare shoulder, and I undress her slowly. I kiss the trail of freckles running down her arm. She shivers. My fingers explore her. They memorize her.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice comes out raw, lustful.

Maybe we could be a summer fling, I think for a second, but then I erase that thought. It’s a bad idea.

I press my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She’s so soft and small compared to me, and yet, we fit perfectly together. I slide my tongue between her plump lips. She opens for me, letting out a soft moan. I thread my hands through her hair, pulling her closer. I can’t get enough of her. Her hands curl behind my head, clutching me closer. It’s like we’re desperate to become one. Our lips fuse into each other’s, the slow kiss becomes frantic, urgent.

Suddenly, I’m drunk on her. Her scent, her taste, her moans. I’m high on her. She’s all I want, all I’ll ever need. My hands begin to move down her body, finding the waistband