the right California girl look.
Because time was an issue, she piled her hair into a sloppy bun and stuffed the whole mess into a shower cap. Already a pro at reducing her shower routine to a five-minute race to the finish, she stepped beneath the warm spray, rinsed, lathered head to toe, rinsed again, and then rinsed one more time.
Bim, bam, boom! Done.
Standing before the mirror again, this time covered by a towel, she wiped the condensation off the glass and went through the steps of fixing her hair.
Some of her hair was damp, and that made it easier when she bent from the waist, shook out the whole mess, and started finger combing. Arnie’s hands in her hair had done quite a number—not that she was complaining. There was something hot about the way he fisted her curls and pulled on her head while stroking her from behind.
Once the tangles were managed, she spritzed her entire head with a dry shampoo and then used the blow dryer on cool to settle things down. Next, she quickly hot ironed the ends and followed with a vigorous brushing.
Dropping the towel, Summer put a foot on the closed toilet and smoothed body lotion on one leg and then the other. When her hands rubbed the skin on her torso and moved to her breasts, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her boobs wore the unmistakable imprint of Arnie’s mouth.
She slid into a pair of panties grabbed from a basket on the shelves above the toilet and pulled on a tank top hanging from the bathroom door hook.
Not at all sure what to expect when she entered her bedroom, she stumbled to a halt just inside the door when she heard her name called in a sexy-sounding grunt.
Arnie sat up, ran both hands over his face and into his hair, and then looked around the room until he found her where she stood.
“Where did you go?”
She smiled. Her golden lover displayed bear traits upon waking. What were bear traits? Grumbling, snorting, pawing, and demanding.
Gee, she thought. Mornings might be my new favorite thing.
Without intentionally trying, her hips rolled seductively as she walked to the bed. It’d be funny if she didn’t feel the primal pull of the naked man eyeing her up like a last meal.
“Shh,” she murmured soothingly. “I’m here.”
Summer stopped at the side of the bed to enjoy the warmth of his fierce gaze. He licked his lips while staring at the taut nipples pressing into the thin fabric of the tank top. The salivating did not appear to stop when his eyes shifted lower to the triangle of cotton covering her femininity.
“Why are you dressed?” His growl did funny things to her insides.
“I’m not dressed,” she replied.
“What the hell do you call that?” He pointed at her top and panties. She had to fight the urge to snort with laughter.
“Um, pajamas,” she answered as if he had a screw loose.
“Take ’em off,” he growled.
Oooh! This was getting interesting.
“No.” She scoffed. “You take them off.”
“Summer,” Arnie warned in a primitive tone.
“Arnie,” she giggled in return.
He moved so fast she only had enough time to squeak with surprise when he lifted her off the floor and brought her down onto his lap in a naughty straddle. With nothing but a sheet between them, Summer had no problem identifying the wedge of hardness causing her to shimmy and shake.
The blazing hot and gloriously needy kiss he instigated reduced her to a desperate wanton in no time. He knew how to kiss her into total submission. The thought should frighten her, but instead, his powerful masculinity just made her wetter.
She surrendered without a murmur. He removed the tank top and feasted on her breasts until the only thing left was to cry out.
They rolled, and she found herself on her back while Arnie peeled her panties off. He touched her intimately, and without thinking, she opened her thighs to welcome him.
“Oh god, baby,” he groaned. “Your pussy is dripping.”
No joke—she liked his tame dirty talk.
She rolled her hips and pushed her mound into his hand.
“What, baby?” he asked between heaving breaths. “What do you need?”
She was new at this, but that didn’t stop her from trying out some words. “Your touch makes me so wet.”
His lopsided grin caused her body to flush with heat and send a flood of arousal to his questing fingers. He spread her thighs wider and sat on his feet between her legs. She felt open. Vulnerable and very desired.
His fingers