18. Summer
SUMMER
W hen we get back to the beach house later that night, I revel in how quiet it is.
It took an hour to find a ride to the boatyard and another two hours before Captain Tony could pick us up.
So we did some shopping to replenish my wardrobe, including finding a swimsuit that’s way too revealing on me.
“Why does this feel like a completely different house now that it’s just the two of us and there are no tornadoes wreaking havoc wherever they go?” I follow him into the empty house.
“I kind of miss them. They’re a fun bunch.”
“They are.” I sigh as I wheel my bag into the bedroom.
RJ follows behind me. We walk over to our sides of the bed.
When our eyes meet, it takes everything in me not to strip off my clothes and climb across the bed to him.
He must be thinking the same thing. There’s a hungry look in his eyes as he moves his suitcase to the foot of the bed and approaches me.
I’m suddenly filled with panic. “I should call Raven and let her know the cover story. I mean, the plan.”
“I’ve got plans for you, Summer. And none of them involve my sister,” he says, his eyes full of heat.
“Still. I should call her.” I turn my back to him and pull out my phone before he can change my mind. It rings and rings. Why isn’t she picking up?
A hand grips my hip, and I look over my shoulder. RJ is standing behind me, his naked chest on full display. Why is he shirtless?
Raven’s voicemail beeps in my ear right as lips latch onto my neck. Fuck, that feels good. I need to speak. Say words, Summer . “Raven, hey, it’s Summer.”
His tongue licks a trail up my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
“Sorry, you know who I am. I forgot that phones tell you who is leaving a voicemail.” He nibbles on my earlobe before pulling it into his mouth.
“And now I’m…rambling.” The harder RJ tugs on my ear, the harder it gets to speak.
“There are some… issues with the house… and I really… I think we should get it inspected.” RJ’s palm slides over my hip as he dips his fingers under the waistband of my skirt, still trailing hot kisses down my neck.
What was I saying? “And I’m just… I’m gonna stay here…
and… and wait for the… uhhh, inspector. I’ll just hang out or whatever.
Don’t worry about me. Not that you do.” His fingers move lower as his entire hand disappears into my skirt.
His mouth moves down to my shoulder as he drags his teeth along my heated flesh.
My voice squeaks as I try to maintain my composure. “So don’t worry about me or the house. We’re fine. Oh, and RJ’s here too. He’s going to patch my… a hole. Okay, love you, bye.” It takes several tries to hit the end call button, and I toss the phone on the bed and lean back against RJ.
“Did you just tell my sister that I was going to patch your hole?”
I freeze in horror. Shit. “Did I?”
He turns me in his arms. “Pretty sure you did.”
I push against his chest playfully. “I don’t think I said that. And someone made it pretty hard to concentrate on what I was saying. That was mean. And dumb. Maybe you are an idiot.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” He guides me to the bed and pushes me down. I land with a soft thud, and when I look up, he’s perched between my thighs, pushing them apart. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
“Have sex with me?”
He shakes his head, slowly climbing up my body.
“We’ll get to that. Right now, I want to devour you.
Bury my face in your cunt so my senses are overwhelmed with you.
Your soft skin under my fingertips. Your taste on my tongue.
Your smell consuming me. Your moans as I make you come.
The sight of you laid out before me, writhing in pleasure.
Fuck, it’s all I’ve been able to imagine for the past week. ”
He seals his lips over mine, slips a hand into my skirt, and moves my panties aside as he pushes two fingers inside.
When he breaks the kiss, fingers still pumping, palm still grinding, he holds eye contact with me, and I see it.
That isn’t how you look at someone you’re just hooking up with for the week.
That’s the look of a man obsessed. A man in love.
How did I not see it before? I look away before I confess something I’ll regret.
Staring up at the ceiling, I try to push away the feelings and just focus on the utter bliss I feel at his touch.
I’m not about to deny this man anything after a speech like that. I lift up my hips and he slides my skirt and panties down.
The moment his hot breath warms my inner thigh, I know I’m screwed. He’s not even touching me yet, and it’s like someone is lighting my insides on fire. He slowly inches closer to my core, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I need this man to touch me more than I need my next breath.
“Tell me you want this, Summer.”
“I want this.” I barely finish the last word when his tongue licks up the seam of my pussy, slowly. Deliberately. Like he’s licking up an ice cream cone before it melts in the summer heat. “Oh fuck.”
He withdraws his tongue and pushes up to look at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that word.” The playful smile on his face instantly eases my nerves.
“I try not to around the kids, but they’re not here.”
“I like it. Let’s see how many more I can pull out of you.”
When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my pussy, I’m done for. He’s barely even touching me, his tongue making soft, exploratory strokes, but I already know he’s going to be good at this. I might even come for once.
He pushes my legs wider, curling an arm around my thigh so he can hold me in place while his other hand teases my opening. With two fingers, he traces circles around my pussy lips, pushing in slightly and then withdrawing completely while his tongue flicks lazily at my clit.
It’s torture. Absolute fucking torture. The anticipation is killing me. “Please. RJ, please.”
“There’s my girl. I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to beg me to tongue-fuck you properly. What do you need, darlin’?”
My head pops up, and I gawk at him. “You’re… you’re teasing me?”
“Not teasing. Edging. I feel you tensing. I can tell when you’re close, and then I back off.”
“But why?”
“So I can be the man who gives you the best orgasm of your life. I know how to eat pussy, Summer. And I can read your body like a book. I want you to beg me to make you come.”
He drops his head, sealing his lips around my clit as he gently sucks and flicks it with his tongue.
Right as my pussy tightens, he pulls back, changing his rhythm as he shakes his head back and forth rapidly.
He looks possessed. It’s not a pretty sight, and I would laugh if it didn’t feel so goddamn good.
“Shit. Oh shit. RJ!” Right before my orgasm hits, he stops, flattening his tongue as he licks up and down the entire length of my pussy. I let out a frustrated groan, and he chuckles against my skin, the vibrations lighting up every nerve ending.
“You taste so fucking good. I could happily live between these thighs for the rest of the week.”
Yes, please . Suddenly that’s all I want.
He pushes two thick fingers into my pussy, and I clench around them, willing him to keep them there this time.
His fingers thrust and twist moving in a way no dick or toy ever has and I’m close, so freaking close.
He flicks his tongue against my clit when a familiar feeling hits me suddenly. “Wait. Stop. Stop.”
He looks up, my arousal creating a sheen on the lower half of his face. “What’s wrong?”
Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. “I just need a second.” I push up on my elbows as I try to crawl away from him.
His head tilts. “Has anyone ever made you squirt?”
“What? Why does that matter?”
“It matters. Answer the question.”
“Have you ever made anyone squirt?” I counter, deflecting.
“Plenty of times.”
“Oh.” Why does that fill me with disappointment and jealousy? I’ve spent most of my life picturing him with other women, and I really don’t want to do that right now. Not when I finally have him.
“And I know what a woman looks like right before she squirts, and it’s exactly how you looked just now. I also know what it feels like right before you squirt, and I have a feeling you don’t and that’s why you’re trying to sneak off to the bathroom.”
How does he know that? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I cross my arms over my chest.
He grips my legs and yanks me toward him, burying his face against me as his magical tongue flicks rapidly against my clit and he slips his fingers back inside.
The urge to pee hits me again, and I push at his face.
“Wait. I’m sorry. I need to go to the bathroom, I think.
” I didn’t wait this long to be with this man to embarrass myself while he’s pleasuring me.
I wiggle out of his grasp and shimmy up the bed.
“You don’t.”
“I don’t what?”
“That feeling you’re feeling isn’t the urge to pee. That’s what it feels like right before you squirt. Now get your ass over here and come all over my face like the good girl I know you are.”
He grabs me by the ankle and pulls me toward him again.
He rests his forearm on my lower abdomen, holding me in place so I can’t escape, a determined look in his eye when he speaks.
“This time, I’m not gonna stop no matter what you say.
I plan to eat this perfect fucking pussy until you come so hard you drown me in your arousal. Do you understand?”
I let out a shuddering breath as my core tightens at his filthy words. “I understand.”
Then he lowers his head between my legs and devours me.
His fingers thrust in and out rapidly before tapping against my G-spot while his tongue vibrates against my clit at a rate so rapid, I’d swear it’s my vibrator and not his mouth.
That sensation starts to build again. “Oh, fuck, RJ. Oh shit. Yes. Oh, fuck yes,” I finally let go as the strongest, messiest orgasm I’ve ever felt consumes me.
When I come to several moments later, I look down at him. His face is soaked, but his grin is unmistakable. Did he actually enjoy that? Most of the men I’ve been with act like it’s a chore.
“You coming on my face is my new favorite obsession.” He gently kisses my inner thighs as I try to calm my racing heart.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” I rasp between breaths.
“Fuck yeah, we are.” He presses a kiss to my stomach before he crawls up my body and kisses my lips. When he presses his body against mine, I can’t help but notice that he’s no longer hard, his length softening in his boxer briefs.
“RJ.” I turn as he kisses me, working his way along my cheek and neck.
“Yes, darlin’?” More kisses.
“Did you?—”
“Come in my pants again like a goddamn teenage boy? Yes, yes, I did.”
That shouldn’t make me smile, but it does. To know that I have that kind of effect on him is intoxicating, just like it was the other day. Except this time, I’m not struck with the urge to run away.
“I’m going to take a shower.” He peppers my face with several more kisses as if he’s been dying to do this for years, then he pushes off the bed.
“I want to take a shower with you. I want to return the favor. But I can’t move.”
“Tonight was about you, and as much as I would love to feel your mouth on my cock, I’m thirty-seven.
My body hasn’t bounced back that quickly in years.
” He presses a kiss to my forehead and then my nose before leaning back to look at me.
“It’s been a long day. We’ve got all week. Why don’t you get some rest?”
“Okay.” It takes everything in me not to fight him on this. There’s so much we need to talk about, but I sleepily nod as he climbs out of the bed and pulls the covers up to my shoulders.
“Sleep, darlin’.”
My eyelids are heavy as he disappears into the bathroom. This is just for the week, just to get it out of our systems. I smile against my pillow, clinging to the lie as I drift off.