your fairy friends to dragons, and lord knows whatever else lurks in the imaginations of seventh graders!”
Laughter that made her feel safe, warm, and cared for filled her senses. She loved her dad’s willingness to indulge her whimsy. He never made fun of her supernatural fantasies and encouraged her to have fun with it.
Swirling energies filled her mind and gave her body lightness. It felt as though she floated on waves, and the sensation was not at all unpleasant.
Through the dreamy mist, she caught sensory glimpses of the agony caused by her father’s death. Nineteen was a crappy age to lose the only parent she had. Her misery at the time was real. In some ways, she still wasn’t over the loss.
Then the sadness cleared, and a different laughter wrapped her in warmth. A different laughter to make her feel safe and cared for. The laughter was unfamiliar, but the sound made something flicker deep in her soul.
Her spirit leaned in, and she found her energy dancing side by side with another’s. Before long, the two energies swirled together, and an extraordinary light show filled her to the point of bursting with exhilaration.
Arnie.
Her floating momentum stopped, and she hung suspended and breathless for a long time. Then without warning, she came crashing back to earth.
Startled from her dream, Summer woke, her eyes flew open, and her breath caught until she identified her surroundings. She was in bed, on her side, facing the window. Moonlight peeked through the blinds, and on the nightstand next to her, she glimpsed the time on her alarm clock. 3:27 a.m.
Closing her eyes, she stretched and almost had a heart attack when her body encountered a large immovable object at her back. A large, warm, immovable object.
Wide-awake and slightly panicked, she held perfectly still as the events of last night uploaded into her brain. She’d boldly chosen a mate on the merits of a two-day relationship with a veritable stranger. It was wild, rash, and crazy, but nothing she’d done had ever felt so right.
She moved cautiously to separate from him and sat on the edge of the bed.
Flabbergasted to realize she was naked, Summer grabbed a pillow and held it close to hide her nudity. Then she looked over her shoulder at the slumbering golden god in her bed—a bed that was in no way big enough for her and a giant.
He was on his back sprawled like a crooked starfish with one arm beneath his head and the other thrown wide. One leg was on the bed—hidden by the covers while the other appeared to be hanging over the edge of the mattress and possibly resting on the floor.
She suppressed a giggle. The little bed was fine when she slept solo, but Arnie’s muscled bulk took up most of the space and left none for her.
Her eyes swept his exposed chest and lingered where the covers draped over his hips. The guy was mouthwateringly handsome. He was also a natural blond—something she discovered firsthand when his naked body revealed matching carpet and drapes.
A long deep inhale followed by a groaning exhale made his chest rise and fall. Worried he was about to wake, she surrendered the pillow and made a fast dash into the bathroom.
“What the …?” she growled when the harsh light above the sink revealed a face in need of moisturizing, hair like a bird’s nest, and a mouth so puffy it looked like she was shot up with fillers and plumpers.
With shaky fingers, she touched the outline of her lips, and a blush shot into her cheeks. In the course of one rapturous night, she’d exceeded the normal daily limit of hungry kissing.
She looked at herself in the mirror and snorted. “Yeah, so about the whole going easy the second time.”
Her face shot with color. Round two took her by surprise. Summer came instantly awake when her demanding lover rolled her over and pulled her ass high. He apologized for what was about to go down. She twerked her butt and giggled. The giggle earned her another first—a fast spanking followed by his spectacular manhood buried balls deep inside her.
Yep, yep, yep. No wonder she looked like hell.
Frowning, she growled at the task before her and reached into the cabinet beneath the sink for her hair basket. There was no way to repair the damage without effort. Despite appearances, her long blond hair was not naturally straight and smooth. Not at all. It took work and several hair products to get