Summer Love_ A Steamy Small Town Romance Anthology - Piper Rayne Page 0,50

behind his shorts. The sight almost took her breath away. Her whole body hummed, like her every cell was a tuning fork and he was the reason for it all.

“Wait.” His voice was hoarse as he closed the gap between them.

Before she had the chance to open her mouth, he pulled her close and brushed his lips over hers, the kiss so soft and sweet it had no more weight than a feather. His thumb smoothed over her jaw and she melted into him, winding her arms around his neck and letting her head tilt back.

“That’s good,” he murmured against her lips.

This time he kissed her deeper, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth as his hands slipped over the curve of her backside, fitting her hard against him. She gasped into his kiss. He tasted warm and smooth, like a fine wine, and his chin was rough with stubble. When he nuzzled the crook of her neck, it was like being showered in sparks. Everywhere, he was hard… everywhere. He walked her back until she hit the wall of the living room, and pinned her there.

“Yes.” The word hissed from her lips.

“You knew exactly how much you were teasing me in this tiny thing.” He traced a fingertip along the strap of her bikini top and then palmed her through the thin material. “You’re perfection, Zoey.”

Physically. He may find her attractive enough to be here now, but it was who she was that caused issues. She was too wild, too spontaneous, too… much.

We’re not thinking about this now.

She was going to enjoy the moment. No doubts. No fears. No worrying about tomorrow. If there was anyone who knew how to live in the moment, it was Zoey.

She reached behind herself and tugged on the string holding her bikini top together until it gave way, falling to the floor. Darkness grew like storm clouds in Mack’s eyes and his stubble made delicious sparks inside her as he peppered her with kisses. The friction was heaven against her hot skin, and her nipples ached. Everywhere ached—her sex, her breasts, the pit of her stomach…

His mouth closed around the peak of her breast and she gasped. He rocked against her, the seam of his fly rubbing at her most sensitive part while his tongue and teeth and lips stoked the fire burning inside her. She was bright and hot and wanting. When the heel of his palm slipped between her legs, mercifully giving her pressure right where she wanted it, she almost wept with relief.

“Fuck, Zoey.” He kissed up the side of her neck as he slipped his hand inside her shorts. “The noises you make.”

He ground the heel of his palm against her sex and she rocked, rocked, rocked against him. When his finger pressed against her entrance, slipping inside, she splintered. Her orgasm was swift and strong, and she buried her face in his neck, screwing her eyes shut, blotting out the world. She only wanted to feel. Only wanted him. Nothing else.

When she floated back down to earth, Mack lowered himself to a crouching position and placed a kiss at her navel, working her shorts over her hips. Then her bikini bottoms followed, and she was naked. Exposed.

And yet she felt safer than ever.

“You have to get undressed too,” she said, as she soaked him all in. “I want to see every part of you.”

His belt buckle clanked as he yanked it open and the sound of his zipper lowering was like a knife through the thick air. Everything felt dialled up to eleven, all of her senses humming and vibrating. Her knees almost gave way as he shoved his shorts over his hips, because he was even more glorious naked.

It wasn’t only his body. It was the darkness in his warm brown eyes that she was most attracted to—the detailed, driven, intense nature of him. Proof she knew there was a passion, even if others chose not to see it.

Scooping her up, he strode through the house and into his bedroom, where he laid her on the bed. Soft covers cradled her. She’d been in this room before, and she’d always imagined. Always hoped.

He reached for the top drawer of his nightstand, hunting for a condom. The hard jut of his cock left her mouth dry, because the way he handled himself… goodness. So confident, so sure. He rolled the rubber down his length. Awareness raced through her veins as the bed shifted under his weight when