Finding Summer - Suzanne Halliday Page 0,69

of the program switched to sudsy fondling. She loved the way he touched her and didn’t want him to stop.

“What’s it like?” she asked breathlessly. “Being inside me?”

He moved his hips. Hyperaware of a very hard cock brushing against her hip, Summer wanted to explore him with her hand, but she couldn’t because of the way he held her.

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever known. A biological truth about the straight male of our species is that the cock has but one preference. Pussy. That’s it,” he admitted with a sigh. “That’s the sole preference. And it was for me until a golden girl made fun of my shoes. You’ve ruined me, Summer.”

A giggle shot out of her mouth. “You mean having sex with a virgin ruined you.”

He made an acknowledging face, and added, “I’m not going to pretend I’ve been a choir boy about sex. I’m almost forty.” He shrugged. “But this feels different, and no, not just because I took your virginity. You wanna know what it feels like to sink my cock inside you?”

She nodded jerkily and hung on every word.

“My very sexy virgin goddess slut likes penetration. Your body demands it. When you hold your breath as my cock enters?” He growled. “It’s hot as fuck, Summer. The way you grab hold and suck me in.”

He put a hand on her neck. She stared in his eyes.

“My golden girl likes to fuck. The harder the thrust, the hotter and wetter you get.”

He kept hold of her neck, leaned close, and spoke against her lips.

“Your sweet pussy trembles, and I don’t care if saying this next thing makes me a pig, but here it is. I like your surrender. It turns me on. There’s no pretending. No games. You want my cock and don’t try to hide the desire, so when you come, it’s incredible. The heat wipes my mind, and the way your muscles clench to claim me is something I feel in my soul.”

Things shifted inside her. Discovering that she and her lover shared her climax and experienced it on a soul-deep level opened Summer’s eyes and heart. No matter how it looked, they weren’t just having sex. Other things were in play besides serendipity and whatever moon phase they were in.

It didn’t make sense, and she didn’t care.

“Alright, enough talk.” He chortled while changing their shower game.

Pressing the sponge into her hands, she clutched it in surprise before it ended up at her feet.

“I’m feeling round two.” The words hung in the air as he stuck his face beneath the spray of water.

Summer blinked, frowned, looked at the sponge, and hurried her brain along as she tried to read his signals. Round two? Oh, dear. Her lady parts pulsed at the thought even though there was no doubt she needed a time-out from the thundering physicality of their couplings.

Water dripped down his grinning face when he stepped away from the spray toward her. The guy was hot times a million.

No, change that. He was hot times a gazillion with plenty leftover.

“Are you as hungry as I am?” His voice was low and intimate.

“Uh.” Her face moved with a wince. “What?”

Reaching for the No. 63 body wash, he took hold of her wrist and turned her hand. Squeezing the soap onto the sponge, he murmured, “I’ve got you figured out at last.”

“You do?” she stammered, unsure of the subject matter.

“Yep. Your natural horsepower and torque require neutral intervals plus copious amounts of fuel.”

“You just compared me to a car.”

“I’m so glad you got the reference,” he drawled with dimpled charm. “The point I’m making is this—you eat every few hours. It’s fascinating because I don’t think you’re aware of the pattern.”

He took the hand holding the dripping sponge and placed it on his chest.

“I came prepared,” he told her. “Since it seemed a good bet that dinner would take place in stages, what’s waiting in the dining room will be hot and delicious. But first, get busy, baby. I have a lot of square footage.”

“I’m letting you off the hook with the car reference, this time,” she told him with a look. “But try that shit again, and you can stop dreaming about my ass.”

Arnie’s husky laugh bounced off the tile walls and filled the stall with his uniquely joyful boyishness.

Scrubbing his glorious chest was no hardship, and she could have kept it up all day because he was that hot, but he wasn’t having it and started issuing commands. When he raised an arm and

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