This feels so real. Surely Summer can’t be this good of an actor. I want to tell her that nothing about this is fake for me. I want her. In my arms. In my bed. In my life. For the longest time I swore that I was just fine on my own but I didn’t know that just being with someone could feel this good. I feel a connection with Summer. The feeling of never quiet fitting in. The feeling of being an outsider. But does she feel the same?
I have to know and I have to know it now. Not caring one bit what people might think, I grab Summer’s hand and march her out of there. Away from the noise and the crowds. I need to get her alone. I march right up to the general store. It’s closed for the night and far enough away from the concert. Going around the back I grab the key from above the doorframe and let us into the back store room.
Finally I let go of Summer’s hand. Moving away from her to flick on a low light and turn and face her. I want to tell her everything I am feeling. But I’ve never been good with words. Instead I reach out and pull her to me. It’s been far too long since I was kissing her and I need to feel her body against mine again.
But after a minute she pushes away. “Nobody can see us here.”
It hurts that that’s what she is thinking about. “Does that matter?” I ask in clipped tones.
She blinks at me as though she is trying to understand. And then she crosses her arms and gives me a stubborn look. “I thought you wanted to show your family…”
Her words trail off as I step closer to her. She is breathing hard. Her chest rising and falling. Her green eyes flash. Defences up. But I can’t resist reaching out and touching her. Tracing the line of her jaw, her skin so silky soft. “What about you, Summer? Do you like it when I kiss you?”
She pulls her head back a little and gives a little shrug. “You’re a good kisser.”
I can’t help but smile. Stepping closer I inhale her perfume. It’s sweet like strawberries. My hands on her hips I whisper low close to her ear. “What about when I touch you? Do you like that?”
The barest of nods. I lean in to kiss her but her hands on my chest stop me. She looks up at me and I recognize the fear in her eyes. The fear of opening up and of being hurt.
“I know I’m not your type. There are plenty of pretty girls for you…”
Again her words trail off. I kiss her hard. Needing her to know how beautiful she is. A gentle hand on her cheek, I angle her face up to mine.
“You are beautiful Summer. Your beautiful face, this sexy body, you have haunted my dreams. You are stubborn and crazy and all that I can think about. I don’t want just one kiss. I don’t want just one night. I think I might have found my forever in you. And I don’t want to let you out of here until I’ve convinced you how much I want you. How much I need you.”
Running my thumb across her plump lower lip. I hunger for this girl. But I am determined to take my time. It kills me that she doesn’t think she is beautiful. Summer has a kind of beauty that grows on a person. Infects them. To me she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. When she smiles I feel it. When she crosses her arms and gets all stubborn, it drives me wild. And when she is looking up at me right now, in the soft orange glow, I vow to myself to make her the happiest woman alive.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” I whisper the words. Kissing down her throat. Making my way back to her mouth. Promising myself to take it slow.
Chapter 9
Summer
I want to believe this is real. His kiss makes me feel like I am floating. He pulls me hard against him. His body is hot and feels so good. I let myself go. To just enjoy his hungry kisses. Kissing him back with just as much urgency. A need running through my body. I need to touch him. To be touched by him. To be closer. My breath is coming in gasps, but I don’t care. Who needs to breath normally when this feels so fucking good. Pulling his shirt up out of his pants. His body hot under my fingertips.
He grabs me up, sitting me down on the sacks of rice. His fingers at the buttons on my dress. His big hand cupping my breast. Hot even through the lace of my bra. I let out a gasp as he kisses his way down. Over my collar bone. Across my chest. His mouth hot against my skin.
“God, you are beautiful.” I hear him growl.
Unclasping my bra, my breasts spring free and his mouth is on my hard, puckered nipple. Sucking. Biting. Grazing his teeth across my skin. He pulls my dress down my shoulders. And then my bra straps, agonizingly slowly. He grins. “You can’t imagine how many times I have thought of this. Of undressing you. Getting to touch you.”
All I can do is nod. This is all so new to me. These feelings. The yearning for more. And there is a little bit of fear it might all stop when he sees me naked. But my bare breasts, even my tummy, it all seems to urge him on.
“So fucking sexy.” He growls. “I love your body, Summer. From the first moment I saw you I wanted to get my hands on you.” His words thrill me. As he moves his hands over my body, wanting to touch me everywhere, finding my sensitive spots, I feel worshiped. His hands are on my thighs, moving further upward and taking the skirt of my dress with them. And then in a swift movement he has me lifting up to allow him to slide my panties downwards.
And then, when he kneels down in front of me, spreading my thighs wide. His fingers touching me, stroking me. Pushing inside of me. I lean back against the wall. Hands gripping at the sacks of rice beneath me. He puts his mouth to me and my brain spins. My body wants to move against him. He is sucking. Licking. Fingers. Mouth. Tongue. Oh my fuck, nothing has ever felt like this before.
This feeling inside. Emotions and heat and pleasure. It builds and builds. He is going at with such enthusiasm. I gasp and moan as he is stroking over my clit until my body shakes and explodes. I feel like I’m floating. Weightless. Limbs heavy.
Ridge stands up, peeling out of his shirt and throwing it off to the side. And then he reaches out. His gentle fingertips across my cheek as I blink up at him feeling dazed.
“This is the look I want on your face every day. You look so fucking sexy right now.”
Leaning in he kisses me deeply. Groaning as his hand pull me forward against his body.
“I need you now, Summer. I’want to take it slow. But when you look at me like that. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
I’m still riding the high from my own explosion. I hear his pants unzip. I feel his cock against me. Rock hard and huge. The tip at the entrance to my pussy. Oh God, he is so big. He pushes in and I feel him stretching me. It feels good but also….
