Chapter 32
COLT
She had me right where she wanted me and she knew it. I could feel her smiling against my stomach, taking her goddamn time with the belt like she had all night. My hand in her hair kept flexing without my permission. I held on for dear life knowing she was going to take me right to heaven’s gates.
She got the belt open. Then the button. Then the zipper crept down. I felt every single tooth of it. I was staring at the ceiling trying to remember how to breathe.
“Woman, you’re killing me.”
That was how I was going to see the pearly gates. I was going to be knocking on heaven’s door. I lifted my head and watched her. She looked up at me, her hair spilling across my stomach, her lips curved. She didn’t say anything. Just held eye contact and pulled the denim down my hips.
Christ.
I lifted my hips to help her as she worked my jeans down and then they were gone. Her mouth was back on my stomach, lower now. My fingers curled into fists. Her lips brushed the waistband of my boxers.
A choked sound escaped my throat. She pressed one open-mouthed kiss just below the elastic. Then another. Her hands hooked into the waistband and she looked up at me again from under her lashes. There was something in that look that nearly had me exploding in my underwear like a fucking teenager.
She pulled the boxers down and off and then her hand wrapped around me and my head dropped back against the floor hard enough to have me seeing stars. Or maybe it was her hand on my cock that was flashing the constellations through my mind.
“Okay,” I said to nobody. “Okay. Breathe.”
She took her time. Her hand moved in a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip. My legs jerked. I felt her breath against me before her mouth followed. When her lips closed around me, my attempts to stay quiet were forgotten.
My fingers went back into her hair. She worked me slow and thorough and completely without mercy.
Her tongue slid around the head and made the tendons in my thighs flex so hard I knew I’d be sore in the morning.
My free hand gripped the floor beside me.
Every time I made a noise I muffled it against my palm.
The effort of keeping quiet was genuinely the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.
“You have to stop.”
She pulled back slowly. Looked up at me. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were dark and she looked unbearably pleased with herself.
“Stop rushing me,” she said.
I sat up, reached for her, pulled her up my body until her face was level with mine. “Come here.”
She came willingly, swinging one knee over me so she was straddling my thighs. I put my hands on her hips and slid them up her body to fondle her magnificent breasts.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmured.
“Nightstand,” she said. Her voice had lost some of its teasing quality. Good. I had her undone and I hadn’t even started.
I was very thankful for the muscles I’d gained over the years.
I moved her off me and jumped to my feet.
I found the box of condoms and decided I wasn’t going to ask why they were there.
It had been four years but I was going to make sure I was the only man putting my hand in her nightstand for a while.
“Bed?” I asked.
“Squeaks.”
I understood. I tore the condom wrapper open and walked back to where she was still stretched out on the floor.
I dropped to my knees, sitting back on my heels.
I squeezed my cock once and then rolled the condom down.
I looked at her. She was watching me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I got my fingers under the edge of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs. I tossed them out of my way with my eyes focused on the spot I wanted to kiss, but that was going to have to wait. She edged me to the point of no return. I had to be inside her.
I settled over her, my forearms bracketing her head.
She looked up at me with a soft smile on her lips.
Her hand came up and touched my jaw. Her thumb traced the line of it.
I kissed her once before I pressed forward slowly.
I pulled my mouth away and watched her. She exhaled, her lips parting as I sank into her.
Her eyes closed. Her head tipped back. Her fingers curled into my biceps.
I held still for a moment. Let her breathe. Let myself catch my breath. Then I started to move.
I kept it slow. My hips rolling forward and drawing back in a steady rhythm that I felt in my spine. She made a sound low in her throat and turned her face into my neck. I could feel her trying to muffle herself against my skin. Her legs wrapped tighter around me. Her nails found my back.
“Like that,” she whispered.
I pressed my mouth to her temple. Her cheek. Her jaw. She turned and caught my mouth with hers and kissed me breathless while her hips rose to meet mine.
The pressure built. Her fingers dug in harder. I dropped my forehead to hers. We were both breathing through our noses and doing our very best not to make a single sound. Every time the floor creaked under us I would stop, which only heightened the pleasure.
Her whole body arched. Her mouth opened against my jaw.
“Shh,” I breathed.
“Oh god,” she drew out the words.
She turned her face hard into my shoulder and the sound she made was still audible. I wasn’t far behind her, burying my face in her hair, my hips stuttering forward through the last of it, both of us clinging to each other.
After, I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Just lay there with my weight on my forearms, her chest rising and falling against mine, her fingers slowly going loose on my back.
“Ouch,” she said on a soft laugh. “Bed. Please.”
“My knees are shot,” I replied.
I disposed of the condom and climbed into her bed. “I’m not done with you.”
“Good.”
Relentless chirping woke me. The obnoxious sound pulling me from the beautiful cocoon I was wrapped up in. I registered it somewhere in the back of my mind. I ignored the damn noise and tugged the soft body curled around me just a little closer.
Then I heard the kids.
I sat bolt upright like someone had hit me with an electric jolt. My heart slammed against my ribs as reality set in. Shit! I was in Summer’s room. In her bed. With her very naked body.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up too fast, my head swimming slightly.
My body reminded me I was not twenty-three anymore.
My back. My knees. The hamstring I’d genuinely pulled coming through the window.
I grabbed my jeans from the floor and shoved one leg in. I was not bothering with the underwear.
I’d meant to leave around three. That had been my intention. I was going to catch my breath, give her a proper goodnight, and climb back out the window. I had promised myself I was going to sleep in after the sex marathon.
I shoved the second leg in my jeans and nearly went down completely, grabbing the edge of the dresser to save myself. The dresser rocked. A bottle of something rattled and almost fell to the floor. I caught it in the nick of time.
The sex had been that good. I’d been closer to God last night than I’d been in my entire life and I was pretty sure at some point my soul had briefly left my body.
“Going somewhere?”
I spun around, still only half in my jeans.
She was propped up on one elbow with her hair a mess around her head.
Her breasts were on full display with the sheet pulled up to roughly her waist. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and there was a contented smile on her face.
My ego was immediately boosted seeing her so beautifully wrecked. Her eyes dropped to my chest.
I pointed at her. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Do not look at me like that. We slept through the whole night. Becca is up. The kids are up. I can hear them.”
She blinked. The smile slipped. I watched realization dawn.
Her eyes went wide. She sat up, her breasts demanding my attention once again.
I was not going to be derailed by the sight of a naked Summer even if every instinct was screaming at me to get back in that bed and let Becca find us both. I would deal with the consequences.
“Where’s your shirt?” she whispered urgently, already moving.
“I don’t know,” I whispered back.
She was out of the bed in one motion, which I caught in my peripheral vision and immediately regretted looking at. She yanked on the shirt she’d had on the night before and dropped to her knees, reaching under the bed with both arms.
The shirt did not cover her ass, and with my pants only halfway on, I seriously considered dropping to my knees and taking her from behind.
“Got it.” She surfaced with the green henley balled up in her fist and threw it at me.
I caught it and pulled it over my head. It was inside out. I didn’t care.
“Your shoes,” she said and then she tossed them out the window. She looked back at me. “Hurry!”
“Mom!” The voice had us both freezing as if that would make us invisible. River, I thought. “Can we have the cereal with the marshmallows?”
Becca’s voice floated up from somewhere toward the kitchen. “No, and stop asking.”
“Summer!” Becca’s voice carried up the stairs. “Coffee’s ready. You’re sleeping in.”
Summer pointed at the window. The message was clear. I gave her a quick kiss. I got my first leg out with considerably more grace than the night before. Summer was right behind me, pushing me out the window. I fell on my knees, wincing as the wood connected with my poor abused kneecaps.
“Sorry,” she said on a laugh.
“See you later,” I said.
I turned and went for the lattice. My knees screamed at me from the second I grabbed the top rail, and somewhere near the bottom a piece of the lattice gave way entirely with a crack that seemed very loud in the quiet morning.
I dropped the last two feet and landed on the grass in my bare feet, shoes in hand.
I walked quickly across the yard toward the property line. It was a cool morning but the lack of clouds promised it was going to be a hot day.
I walked into the house and felt like an absolute idiot in the best way. I was falling in love with her again. No. That wasn’t right either. I didn’t think I’d ever stopped. I’d just gotten very good at ignoring it.
Last night had wrecked me. Completely and thoroughly and I was grateful for every second of it.