shook her head, and he felt her reaching to grab hold of her thoughts. “Monitor. A baby monitor. So I can hear her if she wakes up.”
A gigantic yawn transformed her face. She’d been without sleep for so long he couldn’t believe she was able to function.
He raced into the living room and located the monitor. Switching it on, he moved it next to his sleeping daughter, checked to make sure she was breathing, and hurried back to Summer.
She was still sitting on the edge of the bed clutching the monitor.
He gently pried it out of her hands, switched it on, and put it on the nightstand. When she flopped backward on the bed and mumbled something, he had to lean over her and ask what she said.
Her hips wiggled. She mumbled again.
Employing pure guesswork, he asked, “Do you want me to take your pants off? Is that what you said?”
“I’m too tired.”
Well, alrighty then. Clothes removal. He was up for the challenge.
Divesting a semi-conscious, fully grown female of her clingy leggings was the sort of event the Olympics should consider ’cause it’d bring in viewers and worldwide laughter.
He started with the elastic waistband and gave it a couple of yanks. She made a lame attempt to help by halfway rolling side to side. Once he had the pants around her hips, it took real effort to control his unruly libido when his eyes made contact with a pair of snowman decorated white panties.
She kicked her legs and wiggled until the leggings came off. When she rolled onto her knees and crawled to the pillow, he froze. The sight of her glorious ass shot dirty thoughts straight to his brain.
Dude, he mumbled in a chastising tone to himself. Get a goddamn grip.
What was the protocol in a situation like this? He wasn’t sure, so he went with concerned caretaker and lent a helping hand until she was settled.
About to quietly exit, he stumbled to a halt when she spoke in a fragile voice.
“I’m scared to be alone.”
“Then I’m not going anywhere. You sleep, and I’ll sit by the bed. How’s that?”
She looked over her shoulder. He could feel conflict rolling off her in waves.
“Um, can you sit next to me?”
He removed his shoes and clamored onto the bed like a gangly Great Dane puppy, settling against the headboard with one foot anchored on the floor. Small beds made him uncomfortable.
She wriggled her butt until contact was made. He closed his eyes and counted back from one hundred. Around the time he reached his age in the countdown, she rolled over, threw her arm over his lap, and put her head on his hip.
Why me? He squeezed his eyes closed, hoping to erase the sight of her face next to his bulging cock.
Unbelievably, she continued to sleep. He barely moved, managing to remain completely still. The clock on the nightstand told him sunrise wouldn’t occur for another two hours. He drifted off and woke up sometime later to find Summer’s hand under his shirt and her lips on his neck.
Was he dreaming?
Shifting his weight, he leaned into her, and in an instant, their long-starved passions exploded into a raging bonfire. They tore at each other’s clothes. When he touched her breasts, she hissed and cautioned him to be extra gentle. The reality check should have slowed him down, but it didn’t.
Nothing in his life would ever compare to the feelings sweeping through his heart and soul when he claimed her lips after dreaming of her kisses for far too long.
Summer was far from passive as the heat level increased, and things got lusty. She was daringly aggressive one minute, charmingly submissive the next, and very much in control of her actions.
Arnie knew letting things spiral out of control was a bonehead move, but he couldn’t think straight. Not when his arms were full of sunshine.
His hand moved into her panties like a heat-seeking missile. At the same time, she tore into his briefs and took him in her eager fingers. She got wilder by the second. Her kisses were demanding, and when she put her mouth on his neck to nibble and bite, he shuddered uncontrollably.
They were buck-naked within seconds. He fell on her with wild kisses and greedy, seeking hands.
A rush of adrenaline wiped every sane, rational thought from his head. He knew they were playing with fire, but Summer’s explosive, demanding passion ignited a tinder box of need.
Her legs parted, and she undulated in silent demand. He didn’t hesitate