dropped onto the sofa and quickly removed his shoes and socks. After that, nothing was left to be done except take the delicious and delightful girl to bed.
At the bedroom door, he peeked first to see what she was doing and had to bite off a laugh. The lady had not prepared in advance for a bedroom visitor. He smiled. They were flying without parachutes. What could be better for a first time?
He pushed on the door, and it swung open with quiet slowness. Leaning against the doorjamb, Arnie admired her sweet ass when she bent to shove things into a dresser. Her tight, stretchy jeans had been taunting him all day. Not everyone could or should wear jeans, and some people lost their ability to move naturally when encased in denim. But not Summer. She wore the clingy fabric like skin without losing her gracefulness.
And don’t get him started about her ass in jeans. Seriously—her backside needed caution tape or something to warn him off because the thoughts he entertained about Summer and her ass fell dangerously close to the danger zone.
When she straightened and whirled around to find him salivating over her bottom, she squeaked, “Oh!”
He got caught, so there was no reason to play off what he figured was clearly evident in his expression.
“It might be too soon to admit this, but your ass calls to me.” He watched her blush and went in for the kill. “And it’s calling out in a very specific way.”
There was a one Mississippi, two Mississippi pause and then she flew across the room and threw herself into his arms. The feverish way she kissed him revealed so much.
He dropped the stuff in his hands when he caught her. It took a few minutes to kiss her into a calmer state. Her eagerness was a potent aphrodisiac. Sweet Summer couldn’t help herself.
After the kissing, he kept an arm around her waist and held her against him. She cuddled close and sighed heavily when he held his hand up, and they joined palms.
Her skin was warm and incredibly soft. He studied her smaller fingers and marveled at his emotional response to the visual of their joined hands.
He liked the way she fit and how she had to tilt her head to look at him.
Feeling more alive and manly than he ever had before, Arnie let the moment sweep him away.
Pulling her hand to his mouth, he kissed her fingers and then her knuckles. She was breathless and quivering when he lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her nose.
Words teetered on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn’t sharing, and it bothered him. He needed to be inside her head too.
“Don’t hide your thoughts from me.”
“How do you know that’s what I’m doing?”
“Because I feel you.”
She bit her lip and lowered her gaze. “Is that normal?” she murmured to a spot on his chest.
Why pretend it was? “No.”
Sounds came from her, but with her face averted, he couldn’t catch the gist. “Sorry. Say again?”
It took an eternity for her lashes to sweep up in slow motion. Her eyes showed a level of intensity he suspected was new to her.
“Um,” she muttered. Clearing her throat, she bit her bottom lip, sighed, and squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second.
“I think I can hear your heart,” she announced in one long continuous word.
He blinked and reared back a few inches. Wait. What did she say? Hear his heart? How?
Her hand rested on his chest over his heart. “I don’t mean the beating.”
A chill ran up his spine. Arnie searched her expression. Summer had moments of clairsentient insight, whether she was aware of it or not.
It was genuine interest, not just playing along when he asked, “What do you hear?”
He was a little surprised when she answered right away.
“You’re a secret keeper.”
He swallowed, and his heart thumped.
“But we can’t have secrets.” Her voice was nearly a whisper.
“Is that all?”
“No.” She shook her head but didn’t offer more detail.
“Is that what you were thinking just now?”
“Um, no.” She shook her head again. “But I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you.”
“Then tell me what you were feeling. I want to know, Summer. It’s important to me.”
She gave a half laugh and made a face. “You’re going to be disappointed if you think it’s important.”
He stroked her face. “Everything about you is important.”
“Okay, well, yikes.” She charmingly cackled. “It was a total chick moment involving feeling overwhelmed by the difference in our sizes and