lips parted, and her breathing became ragged. His mouth watered. He could smell her excitement and feel it coursing through her trembling body.
“Only a kid needs a release to make it to the main course.” He bucked his hips. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m no boy.”
“Actually,” she cooed breathlessly, reminding him she had bigger balls than he. “You are a very big boy,” she said with emphasis and a wink.
Yep, yep, yep. They were made for each other. Her charming audacity was everything he didn’t know he needed.
“Would it do any good to ask you to behave?”
She giggled. “You can give it a shot, I suppose.”
“Summer,” he growled.
“Arnie,” she replied in a charming sigh.
Another load of bricks tumbled into him. The women he’d known before now weren’t interested in making a connection. It was sex, and he was fine with that. He’d willingly participated in decades of empty, meaningless encounters, but it was different with Summer. From their first words to here and now, she playfully challenged him.
She was testing him, so he might as well enjoy it. Still gripping the back of her head, he held her still and boldly fondled her breasts. Her hands grasped the sides of his shirt, and after a few seconds, she moaned.
When she softened and went still, he released her hair and tweaked her nipples through her clothing one last time.
“That’s better.” He didn’t hide his arrogant triumph at having subdued her so easily. “Now. Where were we?” He chuckled. “I believe you were going to find some music.”
Satisfaction roared inside him when her hands trembled as she played with her phone. Knowing he affected her the same way she stirred him was deeply gratifying.
“This might do,” she murmured after a minute passed. “It’s a Sunday playlist.”
He knew the first tune within a few notes. “Rewrite the Stars” from The Greatest Showman was a pretty song with an ill-fated lover’s vibe.
Sometimes destiny came with a dose of reality. “Dance for me, golden girl.”
Summer rose without hesitation. Arnie was mesmerized as she moved around the courtyard. She was graceful, powerful, and one with the song. Her movements combined floor dance, ballet, and hip-hop. He watched her face. His sunshine lady did more than just dance. She experienced the music.
He’d been in her apartment and saw with his own eyes how she dabbled in things outside the mainstream. She had bowls of crystals, fairy figurines, and hung a rustic, homemade mandala. There were romantic paranormal paperbacks in her book stack, and then there was the picture of Tintagel and Merlin’s cave. Even if she didn’t fully understand it, Summer had one foot in other realms. It made sense he’d be drawn to a girl who wasn’t afraid of spirits.
Out of breath but glowing with happiness, she dropped onto his lap when the song finished and proceeded to kiss him with escalating fervor. He gave her full rein just to see how far she’d take things, and goddammit if the sexy girl who gave him her virginity didn’t go for the gusto.
Summer liked to kiss. She shyly asked for more until the passive approach got old. Then she turned demanding and greedy.
He liked greedy. Greedy was good. So was demanding. They were markers indicating her level of arousal, not that he needed one.
Still, before they went any further, he had to check and be sure.
His hand slid up her thigh and under her dress. At the same time, he bent her over his arm and tongue kissed her with ravenous abandon. She responded by whimpering and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He lost no time finding the waistband of her stretchy lace boy shorts and moved his big hand inside. She parted her legs to give him access. He responded to the unspoken permission by touching her pussy lips. Finding her drenched with need, he groaned into her mouth and thrust his finger into her.
The wet heat scrambled his thoughts and tested what control he had. She undulated. He responded by sinking deep and teasing her clit with his thumb. He knew in seconds that she was close to coming, and he didn’t want that. Not yet.
Withdrawing his hand, he patted her delectable mound through the shorts and grinned into her shocked face.
“You’re going to make me wait, aren’t you?” she hissed with aroused frustration dripping from every syllable.
“Do you know what edging means?”
“No,” she pouted, “and I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna like whatever it is.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll be a believer when I