to reach down and push a finger into her wet heat. There was no turning back after she responded with a husky moan. Her hips tilted in a plea for more.
Their loud, rapid breathing sounded desperate. Summer’s sexy moans left no doubt about what she wanted. When her hand moved down his body and took hold of his cock, he reacted with primitive pleasure. Within seconds, he was too far gone for finesse. He reared back, devouring her naked body with his eyes.
He pushed her legs farther apart and slid both hands beneath her ass to pull her into position. Shaking with desire, she wiggled and bucked, making it hard to hold her still. When the throbbing tip of his erection pressed against her opening, the wet heat made him groan.
Her knees went back, and she undulated onto his cock, taking him inside her body. He lost it and lunged deeper. With all control gone, he rammed his cock inside her, pumping with raw, animalistic strokes. She responded with wild cries, sharp nails, and teeth. Plenty of teeth.
It was fast, unrestrained, and dirty. She whimpered. He grunted. Then they switched, and he whimpered while she grunted.
Her fierce muscles grabbed his cock and squeezed on each determined stroke. Pumping like a wild man, he lost his grip on reality as everything started to spin. When they climaxed at the same time in a loud, lusty completion, her eyes blazed, and he fell into her soul. The heavens exploded, and they were showered with a zillion sparkling shards.
After slamming into her one last time in a shaking, grunting climax, Arnie collapsed to her side, their bodies still intimately connected. They were breathing raggedly and goddammit if her pussy didn’t throb every other second.
Shocked at how irresponsible and just plain dumb she’d been, Summer pushed him away until they disengaged, and she was in her own space again.
Oh, my god. What have I done?
“Summer?”
The pleasant hum of post-coital pleasure turned to internal shrieking. How could she be so weak and stupid to sleep with him again as if the past year hadn’t happened? What was wrong with her? And for heaven’s sake, were they both allergic to protection?
She sat up and dropped her face into her hands with a deep groan of disgust.
He eyed her warily and tried again to get her to respond. “Summer, are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay, you idiot.” She turned on him and shoved with all her might. “Get off my bed.”
He staggered to his feet and stood there, gaping at her. The unfortunate sight of his naked body showing ample evidence of her clawing, biting passions made her wince. His manhood covered by her arousal did not help either.
She scrambled off the bed, bent to pick his jeans up, and threw them at his head. “Put some clothes on.”
“What?” He looked stunned.
Without any attempt to explain her behavior, she snatched the robe hanging over the back of the glider and hurriedly put it on. Knotting the tie belt with a vicious tug, she pursed her lips and frowned.
Shoving past him, Summer ran from the bedroom. She went straight to the playpen and lifted Ari into her arms. The sleeping baby barely noticed.
A quick glance into the backyard told her dawn was on the way. She groaned and put some steel in her spine. Now was not the time to be tenuous or weak-kneed. As the mother of an infant, she’d functioned without adequate sleep before and hadn’t managed to nearly blow up her life, so she knew she could do it.
Arnie stumbled into the room. He put on his jeans although they weren’t fully zipped and was struggling to pull a shirt over his head. If she let him start talking, she’d lose her advantage, so she shut him down neatly by haughtily marching past him.
“You can sleep on the sofa,” she snarled.
“Summer, can you slow down, please?”
“No, I will not slow down. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me again, and whatever!” Forgetting how the saying went, she blasted him with exasperated confusion. “Been there, done that.”
Glaring at him as if he were the one who crossed the line and behaved like a sex-starved wanton, she marched away to go hide in her bedroom.
When she turned to shut the door, she glanced into the living room to find him looking completely bewildered with one hand scraping through his hair and the other in a fist at his waist.