That One Summer: A Collection of Steamy Contemporary Romance

Chapter 8

Emilee

After that kiss, Ididn’t think anything could top it, but I was wrong.

The moment the door closes behind us, I hear a thump as the beach bag hits the floor, and then Max spins around and pushes me up against the door. In a flash, he’s cupping my face, diving his fingers into my hair, his lips on mine as he ravishes me like he’s been on an island for years, and I’m his first drink of fresh water.

Gripping his waist, I tug him closer and wrap one leg around his thigh, wishing I could snap my fingers and make our clothing disappear.

He grinds his hips into mine, his erection hard and hot between us.

Outside the windows, the birds sing, and I can still hear saws and hammers in the distance, the workers getting in every minute they can while there is still light.

Inside, shadows crisscross the room. Max’s moans and our heavy breathing fill the space.

Max pulls away from my mouth and licks a path up the column of my throat to my ear. “I want you,”he whispers, his breath hot on my skin. “Please tell me you feel the same.”

“I was just wondering how I could magically rid of us these clothes.”

His chuckle is a low, sexy rumble that vibrates through his chest. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

“This would be awfully awkward if we weren’t.”I place my hands on his chest and give him a slight shove, forcing him back a step. He cocks his head, his eyes questioning, until I reach for my wrap, untie it, and let it drop to the floor. Then his gaze smolders. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Reaching behind me, I pull the strings on my bikini top, and it falls to join the wrap. Finally, I shove my bottoms down my legs and kick them free. Standing naked in front of him, a feeling of vulnerability threatens to shake my confidence.

But then Max drops his knees. He leans forward and places his lips on my lower stomach. He lifts my leg and gently settles it over his shoulder. Then his mouth is on me. His tongue is snaking through my slit. He uses his thumbs to spread me wide so he can lap up the desire that’s flowing from my body.

My head bounces against the wooden door as I dig my fingers into his hair and hold him in place.

Sweet Jesus, I’ve never experienced such a moment as this one. I’ve never had a man worship me like Max is doing. I can hear every squishy sound, every swallow. The way his tongue dances over my flesh is like a musician carefully and methodically tuning his instrument. And my body is primed to sing.

“Good, God.”He hums, and the tremor travels through my body to my fingers and toes. “Your taste is something I want to remember forever.”Max zeros in on my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it, urging my body closer to the edge of release.

While licking the tiny bundle of nerves, he fills me with one of his thick fingers, slowly thrusting it in and out.

The room starts to spin. I close my eyes, only to see stars pop out behind my lids as I climb further up that hill, searching for the peak, ready and willing to jump off into the darkness beyond.

He adds a second finger, stretching me wide, his pace increasing, his tongue working frantically now.

I’m so close.

“Come for me, Emilee. Let me taste you.”

That does it. That plea, his desire to have all of me. I explode around his fingers, in his mouth, my body shaking as the orgasm rolls through me. My knees weaken, and I start to collapse, but Max catches me before I hit the floor, swooping in to swing me up into his arms and carry me into the bedroom.

I watch as he removes his swim trunks and then leaves the room before I have a chance to feast my eyes on his spectacular form. At the beach earlier, I’d goaded him into race because I needed to get into the water fast, hoping it would douse the flames of desire that were burning beneath my skin. Knowing he was out on the sofa last night, I tossed and turned for hours, my body achy for his touch. Another relationship is the last thing on my mind. Still, just something about Max makes me dream of possibilities.

I’d finally given up at the crack of dawn and decided to watch him sleep while I enjoyed a cup of coffee. He clearly wasn’t comfortable squished into an uncomfortable shape on that small piece of furniture. I discovered he slept in boxers, and with the blanket shoved down to his waist, I got to speculate about the small scar under his left nipple. He must spend time in a gym because he’s got plenty of muscle, but he’s built like a runner, more lean than stocky. And he mumbles in his sleep. I couldn’t make out a word, though I tried.

By the time he woke, I’d worked myself into such a state that the suggestion of a day on the beach sounded like the perfect solution. Only every time our arms or hands brushed against one another, or when he got close enough I could inhale his clean male scent, my attraction grew like a balloon.

Then I stupidly asked him to put sunscreen on me. That was the last straw. It was all I could do to rush through the task and then race to the water, hoping it would drown the blaze.

It didn’t.

Max returns with his shaving kit, which he places on the bedside table.

“Odd time for a shave,”I tease.

The look he gives me is anything but teasing. His eyes are deep, dark pools, like the sea at night. His cheekbones are flushed, and his tongue darts out to lick over the remaining wetness on his lips. “I certainly didn’t come to the island with any expectations, but I’m glad I always come prepared.”Unzipping the bag, he retrieves a box of condoms.

“Oh.”

He removes one from the box, rips open the package, and rolls the latex over his rigid length with trembling hands.

I’m not the only one.

Making room, I shift over a bit, giving him the space to lie next to me. He braces his head on one hand as he peers down at me, lifting his other hand to trace a circle around my nipple. It beads up under his touch.

He does the same to others. Then he closes his eyes, lowers his head, and swipes his tongue over it a few times before taking it between his lips and gently sucking.

Closing my own eyes, I arch my back.

Busy with one breast, he toys with the other, pinching and tugging, elongating it, rubbing the tip with the pad of his finger until it begs for his mouth, too.

Max hovers over my body, moving back and forth between each, giving them equal attention until my body aches in other places for him.

Nudging him gently, I urge him to shift over and settle between my spread legs. When his cock brushes against me, I swivel my hips trying unsuccessfully to get him into the right spot.

Finally, he raises his head and looks at me. With our gazes connected, he positions himself and slowly begins to enter me. Slow inch by slow inch, he works his way inside, rocking his hips, pulling out, and sliding back in a little farther on each attempt.

“Almost there, sweetheart.”

I grab his arms, lift my legs, and pull my knees back to my chest.

He sinks much lower on the next thrust.

His moan is guttural.

My gasp pulls all the oxygen from my lungs.

“You feel so damn good.”Max drops his head to take my lips, his tongue slipping inside to twirl around the cavern of my mouth.

Fully seated, he rests for a moment as we kiss. Then he breaks away and moves his hips, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every time he hits rock bottom, he does this thing with his pelvis that grinds against my clit, perking it up.

Max pumps into me, his pace quickening, my breaths coming faster as well. Sweat begins to gather on his forehead, and I imagine it dripping down to fall between the valley of my breasts and find the trail down my stomach to where we’re joined.

“Oh, shit. So good, Emilee. So fucking good.”

He’s pumping into me, pushing me higher than before. Then he places one hand on my bent leg and, with a bit of pressure, pushes it out to the side, spreading me wider and giving him more room to plunge deeper.

I’m so full. Stretched wide, the burn like a drug I don’t want to be weaned from.

Suddenly, he withdraws and pulls right out, and the emptiness is abrupt. He flips me over to my stomach, hikes my ass up into the air, and with his hands on my hips, he drives into me from behind.

“Oh, God,”I cry out as I plant my hands flat on the bed and shove back, rocking my body to meet his thrusts.

The room is filled with the sounds of sex. Flesh slapping against flesh. Max grunts as he powers into me. My sharp intakes of breath when he’s so deep, I think we become one.

“I need you to come for me, Emile.”With one of his big hands splayed wide on my back, he reaches the other under me to find my clit. He taps it twice before I come in a rush, my body shaking so hard that the bed trembles beneath us.

Spent, I crumple, my chest falling to the mattress while Max continues driving into me until his final thrust, and then his body stills as a guttural sound is ripped from his throat. He collapses over me, his warm, sweaty body covering mine.

I’ve never felt so safe, protected, or secure in my life. I realize I could quickly get used to this. I need to remember that this is only a summer fling.