“I’ve known them my whole life practically. They aren’t that bad.”
“Have you seen them take over the diner on Sundays? They’re menaces.”
She laughs lightly. “All right. That’s fair. I just ...” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip for a moment before saying, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“You know people will talk.”
“Let them.”
For the first time in maybe ever, I mean that. I don’t care if people are talking. I just want to see Summer smile. And that probably means a whole lot more than I’d like it to, but I ignore it.
“But I’m not dancing. Just so we’re clear,” I say.
“Not even the Cha Cha Slide?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
She giggles, then pushes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.
It’s a sweet kiss. Gentle. But it quickly becomes so much more. Our tongues slide together. Her hands tug at the shirt tucked into my slacks, and mine trail down to her ass, hiking up the little black skirt she’s wearing until I can feel her bare skin against me.
I pull away. “A thong? Really?”
She shrugs. “It’s hot out.”
“I really don’t like the idea of you prancing around in this tiny-as-hell skirt withfucking Warnerwandering around.”
She laughs. “Your jealousy is kind of cute.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You are, too, Ezra. But you know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
I tip my head to the side. “I don’t?”
She shakes her head, nuzzling her nose against mine. “No. It’s just you.”
Even though I knew that deep down, a weight lifts off my shoulders hearing the confirmation.
“Just you,” I echo, and then I take her mouth again.
It’s such a different kiss than our last one. There’s nothing sweet about it. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it gets out of hand way too quickly.
I slip my thigh between her legs, and almost instantly she begins rubbing herself on me. She pulls my shirt up, her hands diving underneath, fingernails dragging against my skin. I’m going to have marks tomorrow, and I don’t care. I’ll wear them like a badge of honor because this is fucking heavenly.
“Oh god.” She moans as she ruts against me. “I think I could come like this.”
“Then do it, Sunny.” I drag her against me again, her ass warm and soft in my grasp. “Come on my leg. Make a mess on me.”
“But you . . .”
“I don’t care about me. I just want to watch you come undone.”
She yanks my lips back to hers as she humps my leg, and I can tell when she’s close. Her movements are becoming jerkier and her breaths growing more inconsistent.
I sneak a finger between her cheeks, pulling at the thin string tucked in there. She groans, pushing herself faster, harder. It spurs me on, and I dive deeper until my finger is pressed against her hole.
