Chapter 23
SUMMER
“Spin for me.” The gruffness of Daniel’s voice is almost as desperate as I feel.
Turning slowly, I peek over my shoulder to catch his expression softening, his lids lowering as he pinches his lip between thumb and forefinger.
Pure need. His desire drives mine, pulsing between my legs.
I’ve never felt more beautiful. More powerful.
His hands fist at his side, but his expression is anything but angry.
The press of his gaze lingers on my skin like a caress, and owning that I can do this to him is an aphrodisiac.
I want to show off, to feel his hands on me.
I stop when my eyes are on the wall in front of me.
My nipples peak, my body on alert. I close my eyes to stave off the need to touch myself.
Resist, Summer. The pull is strong, my clit aching for him.
I wanted to drop him to his knees, but I’m about to be the one begging.
I clench my core just as his hands warm my hips and slide around to my front. His body presses against my backside, his steel pushing against my ass. The tip of his finger slips through my folds. One circular glide over the bundle of nerves has me dropping my head and trying to catch my breath.
He peppers kisses along the back of my neck before licking the base of my ear. “You’re so wet for me, Sunshine. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
I slam a palm to the wall to keep myself upright. I would let him take me here. Lifting my head and raising my chin higher, I open my eyes and tilt to the side to give him more access to my neck. “I’m so ready for you.”
I’m spun so fast around that if he didn’t catch me, I’d fall. He cups my face, pushing my back to the wall so he can pour his determination into his kiss and steal my breath. He pulls back as if he was yanked by something greater and takes my hand. “I’m not fucking you here. Not the first time.”
Tiptoeing over the dress puddled at my feet, my gaze travels to Daniel’s lips as he grins.
It’s a mix of desperation and unseriousness, and he pulls my hand, racing us toward the bedroom.
I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up, but he rewards the sound with a glittering of his eyes.
Pride, maybe? We round the corner, and he swings me into his arms, like he can’t miss a moment of touching me.
Enough light streams through the windows that we don’t need the lights on. Just me, Daniel, and NYC.
“Summer?”
I turn back to see him unbuttoning his shirt. The jacket and tie, and the shoes and socks have already been discarded as I play out my Pretty Woman fantasy, other than me being a hooker. “Yes?”
“Walk to the bed.”
We hold our gazes steady before I break protocol to swish my hips. I start to climb on, but he says, “Two feet on the floor.” I glance back, feeling so small town when I don’t understand. “Face the headboard and bend forward.” The emphasis on bend has my heart beating faster.
He wants me on display for him. My mind can’t seem to process this level of confidence in his sexuality. Can I muster the same?
I’d never done anything with a lamp on, much less in a glass box for anyone with binoculars to watch.
But also, I have never had anyone look at me like someone special.
If this is what Daniel wants, I can do this for him.
I lean forward, propping myself up on my forearms, running my hands over the blankets, then gliding them back to me to position my legs, leaving my ass in the air.
Without seeing what he’s doing, my hearing heightens.
The sound of his zipper and then pants falling is the pinch of reality that has me squeezing my thighs together.
Anticipation zips through me, needing to release it somehow.
I lift one foot, then the other, before standing firmly on the floor again.
My throat is dry, and my mouth is open as my breathing gets heavier.
He places a hand on my lower back and presses kisses along my spine. “Do you know what a bad girl you are for making me wait to taste paradise again?”
Goose bumps ripple down my arms as my body readies for him. “I do.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but the words were evoked from the tip of my tongue. His hands slide over my ass and down as he kneels behind me. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”
His hands slide between my legs before I can clench, opening me up for him. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes as I suck in a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”
I’m met with his rough stubble that’s grown in the past few hours, two fingers exploring and teasing my clit, and his mouth exhaling hot breath against my wet center.
His tongue licks me from entrance to clit, flicking it, and then kissing the sensitive spot like he’d kiss my mouth.
A suck and tug has my knees weakening, but his head being between my legs is too much.
I fall face down on the mattress. Angling my head sideways, I say, “I needed to lie down.”
He chuckles, the vibration inching me even closer to release. “It’s too much, Daniel.”
Although he sits back, his hands stay secured to my inner thigh while the other explores like he’s discovering new territory and ready to mark me as his. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’ve not killed before, but if you stop, I’ll spend the rest of my days on death row.”
Standing, he says, “We can’t have that. The world’s not ready to mourn a sports legend before his time has come.
” He slides his hands under my arms and lifts me to my heels like I weigh nothing.
Kissing my shoulder, he starts unclasping the eyes from the hooks that hold this corset.
Breathing becomes easier with the release of each as his hands trail down my back.
“I want you to wear this for me again. Will you do that for me?”
The need to please him is so strong in my bones, the thrill of turning him on is consuming and utterly intoxicating. “Yes, sir.” My throat closes from the horror of my small-town manners kicking in with such ill-timing. “I didn’t—”
“I like it.” A growl rumbles through his chest as the corset comes free, and he smacks my ass. “On the bed. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He already has . . . I thought I wanted romance, but I’m finding the sting smarting my ass awakens desires I didn’t know I had.
I climb so quickly onto the bed and fall flat on my back.
He slips off each of my shoes slowly, dropping them to the floor without care as he climbs onto the bed after me.
Taking my ankles, he pushes my legs up and anchors them over his shoulders.
I don’t know who I’ve become with him, but I can’t summon shame in the act of being spread apart for him to trace the lines of my body and up the center until our eyes meet again.
His fingers run through the desire he’s elicited between my legs, then he brings the tips to his mouth to suck them clean. “Paradise.”
My chest inflates as I watch him savor me like a specialty dish created just for him. His eyes lock on mine when those same fingers circle my entrance and then enter, forcing the breath I was holding to expel. “Ah!” My back arches on the high note.
The shock of the fullness has me breathing through it, willing my body to adjust so I can think clearly again.
Pulling out slowly, he says, “You’re doing so good, Sunshine.
I can’t wait to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my dick.
” Two quick thrusts and a spin of his thumb over my clit have me digging my heels in and unwillingly sliding higher.
The vacancy he leaves when he pulls back causes me to lift my head.
Tucked under my legs, his brown eyes have never been darker with need while staring at me.
Dipping down, he replaces his mouth with his hand, fucking me with his tongue without warning.
I fist the blanket, needing to hold on to something to ground me to this world and this man.
I will never survive feeling less than the ecstasy I’m experiencing under his care.
It takes no more than two taps on the place I yearn for him the most to send me over the edge.
“Daniel . . .” The vibration of a groan against me sends me skyrocketing into the stars as my body fights to stay in this state forever.
Floating in the satisfaction, I start a quick descent too soon back to the here and now.
The weight of him carries as he places kisses up my stomach to my chest like crumbs that will lead him home again. His mouth covers mine, the sensuality of tasting him and me, and that he’s all mine twists my thoughts as I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen it.
But holding him so close, the need to feel him grows greedier and more demanding. “Daniel?” His head only lifts enough for our eyes to latch. “I want you inside me.”
Reaching between us, he’s positioned right where I want him. A taunting push to only bury the tip, his breathing comes as jagged as his words. “Tell me you’re on BC.”
“I am.”
Swift without relent, I’m pierced, my body so his, and my mind living the paradise he speaks of.
He stills, his mouth open on my shoulder, the hot air from his heavy breaths splaying over my skin.
With my arms tight around him, I open my eyes in time to catch the struggle as his expression filters through pleasure.
I understand the pain of it feeling so good. Too good.
I’m so full I don’t think I can take more, though I want to. I need him to thrust into me, to claim me in a way I’ve never wanted before. I rub his back and whisper, “I need you to move, Daniel.”
A smile glides into place as he pushes up and pulls out of me.
His eyes stay on me, traveling down to watch my breasts bounce with each thrust before taking the tip in his mouth and toying with my nipple between his teeth.
A sharpness shoots through me, making me push for more of the pleasure as he fills me.
“Ah, yes.” I moan as the yearning for more becomes too much. “Fuck me, Daniel.”
His head lifts again, a chill breezing over the wetness on my breast. “You want me to fuck you?” I smile from the eagerness in his tone.
“I want you to consume me, and I want to come with you.”
As if that’s the permission he’s been waiting for, he smirks, then kisses me.
When our tongues are deep into tango, he rests his hands on the bed above my shoulders and shoves in.
The second time, I’m meeting his thrusts, impatient to feel the bliss of release again.
It only takes a few for us to fall into a rhythm.
The race toward an imaginary finish line picks up with our breathing.
When our lips part, we both take a breath without missing a beat with our hips.
His hands grab my breasts, each squeeze and knead leading to an urgency of satisfaction. Thrust for thrust, lines blur. The conflict of wanting to feel this always and hitting a peak rages in my mind as my body works with his.
He licks and kisses my neck, dragging my attention there, but when his hand dips between us, my devotion to that maneuver is set.
It won’t take much. Filled to the hilt with more than I’ve ever felt, the tips of his fingers leave fires trailing behind every touch as he slides over my body.
The slick sounds of our bodies connecting become a steady melody amid the chorus of moans and the soft chants of his name, intermingling on my lips.
“You are perfect,” he says, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Your pussy fits me like a glove. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
“Please,” I beg, the response coming so fast that I do a quick mental check, but the slower pace seems to be the only thing keeping me from diving into the abyss.
“Hold on to me.” When his lips drop to my ear, he whispers, “Remember how much I care about you.”
The words make no sense until he juts into me without regard for time and space, the bed, my body, the chase, and release. Nothing. Everything. Up and down. Sideways. The repetition coaxing the tightening deep inside to unwind in a wild tornado of emotions. “Yes. Yes, Daniel. God, yes.”
Digging my nails into his back, he jerks. With his head next to mine, his breathing has become as erratic as his thrusts. “I’m close.”
The room spins as my mind muddles, the string releasing the spinning top inside, sending me free-falling. A bite to my shoulder breaks through. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
The tremors strike, a tornado ripping through in full destruction of everything in its path.
My body squeezes around him until his heat penetrates.
“Fuck, Summer. Fuck.” My name rolls off his tongue in praise and adoration as his body follows the wild inclinations of instinct.
“Summer. Summer. Summmm . . . Ah! Oh fuck.”
My body’s trembling subsides as I sink against the mattress. His weight pushes me deeper into the memory foam, and I love it. The full weight of the energy we’ve lost together is exhilarating. But holding him soothes my racing heart, and I kiss the top of his head.
When breathing becomes too hard to sustain, I rub his back, and whisper, “Daniel?”
He rolls to the side without me asking, our bodies falling apart, making me miss him already. But there’s no space between us when he brings me to him. Kissing my forehead, he whispers, “I love you.”
No laughter follows. This time, it’s not a joke.
Shifting my head to see him, I wait until he finally takes a breath and looks over. There are no visible nerves to pinpoint, only a strong fear of rejection tainting the warmth of his usually welcoming browns. “You love me?” I wince. Why’d I ask that?
He smiles. “I do. I love you, Summer.”
I was always warned not to proclaim declarations too loudly because you might jinx them. But I wish the entire city of New York could hear him and my response. “I love you, Daniel. So much.”
We meet in the middle and kiss, sealing our shared feelings. But when I lie back, still not recovered from the activity, he asks, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking how this feels like a fairy tale. What are you thinking?”
“How long will it be before I’m inside you again.” I want to nudge him for that, but honestly, same.