“So far, you’re doing just fine.”
“Damnit woman, I want to take you on a real date first, so stop being so tempting,” he growls, then slams his lips back onto mine, taking me by surprise. His hands go to my lower back, and he pulls me forward until my core is lined up with his very hard dick. My panties flood with damp heat, and when my legs lock around his waist again, holding him against me, I can’t stop my hips from swiveling and grinding against him.
“Fuck,” he curses again as he breaks away, taking a step back. His shoulders are heaving and he’s staring at me with such intensity. Then he turns and walks away a short distance, running his fingers through his hair. I’m frozen on the tailgate, uncertain if I should go to him or stay here. Embarrassment starts to fill me as I realize I was basically dry humping him after he told me he didn’t want to fool around in the back of his truck. I hop down and start to go back to the building to finish my work when Ethan grabs my hand.
“Summer, wait,” he says, and the fire that was present before has been replaced with something else. Regret? Disgust? I don’t know.
“Hey, what’s with the tears?” His thumbs come up and brush away tears I didn’t even know were spilling from my eyes. “Aww, Summer, babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Shit. Come here.”
Ethan pulls me into his arms and like a sick puppy dog desperate for attention, I go.
“Summer. I want you. I want you so fucking bad, my dick is literally hating me right now. But I also want to treat you right, which means taking you on a proper date, romancing you, hell, wooing you if need be, before I get you in bed.”
I don’t respond right away, letting his words sink in and heal the part of my heart that is programmed to expect rejection and abandonment. Eventually, I look up and the worried smile he’s giving me proves that he means what he’s saying. I lick my lips, and his gaze darkens before he bends down slowly, giving me time to turn away. I don’t, and when his mouth meets mine, I drink in his affection, feeling his desire fill me.
This time, I’m the one who pulls back first.
“Okay. So, woo me.”
10
Ethan
After Summer threw down her challenge to me, we managed to put aside our hormones and focus on the cleanup around the resort. She put me to work loading up both of our trucks with all kinds of trash and junk, which we then carted away to the dump before going back for another load. It was sweaty, smelly, backbreaking work, and exactly what I needed to keep my hands off her.
It took a couple of hours, but eventually the piles of garbage were gone. I have to admit that in a very short period of time, Summer has done a lot around here. The resort is looking a lot better, and it’s all thanks to her effort. But there’s no denying that the list of things still to be done is huge. I want to help, and I will, whether in labor, tools, supplies, or support. Anything I can do to help her make this happen, I will do.
When the last load is dumped, we head back to the resort to pick up some things we left behind. Summer is still so beautiful, even with her hair a mess and dirt smeared across her clothes. The bandage on her leg reminds me of the other day when she cut herself, and the soft expression on her face when I kissed her leg right above the cut. Her surprise quickly turned to heat, and that was when I knew she was in this as much as I was.
“Good God, what I wouldn’t give for a hot bath.”
My dick stirs at her words, and when I glance up from where I’m putting my tools back in my truck, I see Summer arching her back. She may only be stretching, but the position pushes her tits forward in a way that is all too inviting.
“Christ, do you even know how fucking sexy you are?” I grind out the words, shamelessly adjusting myself with a smirk when I see her watching. “If you want someone to volunteer to wash your back, I’m your guy. After I take you on our date.”
She sashays over to me, and I know she’s throwing an extra sway in her step just to mess with me. “You keep teasing me by talking about all the things you’ll do to me, then throwing down the ‘after our date’ part. If you’re trying to make me even hornier by making me wait, it won’t work.”
I cock an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”
She leans in close enough to whisper, her breath hot against my ear. “Because my panties are already soaked, and my body is already vibrating. Pretty sure I can’t get any more desperate for you than this.”
I let out a growling noise as I cover her lips with mine, sucking hard, nipping at her lower lip until she lets me in. Our bodies clash together, sweat and dirt mingling between us. All the pent-up passion from the afternoon is let loose in our kiss and it’s the rawest, most erotic kiss of my life. She moans into my mouth when my hands get caught in her hair, and it doesn’t take an idiot to realize she enjoyed the sensation of her hair being pulled. But still I experiment, tugging gently as my lips travel to her ear.
“You like that?” I whisper hoarsely, and she lets out a moan of agreement. Her hands move to the bottom of my shirt, and unlike earlier, this time I let her lift it up and over my head, silently vowing to myself it won’t go further than this. But fuck, do I ever want to have her touching my body. Her eyes widen as she roams her gaze over my torso, and I’ve never been happier to have been blessed with the body I have. Don’t get me wrong; regular runs, plus having outdoor activities at my fingertips from living on the west coast have helped, but good ol’ genetics gave me the predisposition for the six-pack she’s currently running her fingers over.
“Fucking hell, Summer,” I groan as her fingers skate around to my back. She splays her hand wide and pulls me forward, until our chests are pressed together. I want so badly to strip her shirt off and feel her skin on mine, but I won’t. Not yet. Not even if it kills me to hold back.
She steps back first, and I’m glad she’s strong enough to do so. Lord knows I’m not.
“This date needs to happen soon, Ethan,” she pants. Her chest is heaving and my eyes zero in on her tits without a care. Until she pokes me in my still naked chest. “I’m up here buddy, and put a shirt on, would you? Those muscles are distracting.”
I huff out a frustrated laugh at that. “You’re the one who took if off of me,” I say, bending down and picking my shirt up.
“I know. Sorry. I was caught up in the moment until I remembered your crazy rule about going on a date before giving me my first man-made orgasm in over a year.”
Oh, hell no. She didnotjust say that.
I toss my shirt to the ground behind me without a care and take the two steps that separate us in one long stride. Leaning down I grab her around her luscious ass and lift her up in my arms.
