Page 73 of Tastes Like Summer

She steps aside, and lets me climb through her window like a teenager, only with less grace. I fall with a thud while she stifles a giggle, but I don’t care—nothing can stop the buzz of happiness coursing through me.

“You were incredible tonight,” she whispers against my lips before kissing me. “I don’t know much about fancy food, but I know it looked and tasted amazing, and even my picky girls loved it. And thank you for making something special for Emi. I really appreciate that, and she did too.”

She goes in for another kiss, but I pull away. “I gotta warn you, I’m super sweaty. And I kinda smell like smoke.”

“Let’s take a shower, then.” Her grin is mischievous, her eyes sparkling even in the darkness of the bedroom.

I fucking love it.

“It’s late. Won’t the girls hear?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at her bedroom door. Still, the thought of having her now, with all this adrenaline coursing through me, makes the blood rush to my dick.

Diana shakes her head as she slips her hand in mine, leading me to the bathroom. “They were practicing all day for tomorrow’s talent show, and even did the full routine a few times after we got home. Once I put them to bed, they were out like a light.”

With care, she unbuttons my chef’s coat and pushes it off my shoulders, letting it drop onto the tiled floor with a thud. She reaches for the light switch while I kiss down her chest, pushing her underwear and pajama shorts over her hips.

I reach over and turn on the shower while she begins to kiss up my neck, pulling on my earlobe before whispering, “I’m so proud of you, Michael.”

I groan, in love with her praise. “Thank you, baby.”

“Please. I want you so bad,” she moans against my lips.

With my hands on her hips, I walk her backwards into the shower, pressing her up against the cold tile.

“I’ve waited all day for this,” I whisper into her neck as we let the hot water fall over us.

She laughs, a little breathless, as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. “How? You had your opening today. I’d think you’d be more concerned with that.”

I growl and bite her clavicle. “You’re all I think of anymore. Whether it’s fucking you, or just being with you, you’re always in my head. I’ve had to learn how to multitask.”

I press a leg in between hers, and move her up and down my thigh. Diana moans, her hips taking a life of their own as she fucks my leg.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

“You’re not the only one who—” She gasps once, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

My laugh is smug. Dark. Hungry. “What were you saying?”

It takes her a minute to focus, to answer. “You’re not the only one who can’t stop thinking about us.”

Us.

There’s no way I can help groaning at the word. It sounds too good.

“I want you so much,” I tell her.

“God, Michael. Please,” she begs again.

“Don’t worry—I’ve got you.”

I start kissing down her chest again, stopping at her breasts. I take one nipple between my teeth while I roll the other with my hand. Above me, she calls out my name.

“Shh! You’ll wake the kids.”

When I get to my knees in front of Diana, to worship her like she deserves, she stops me. She runs her fingers through my wet hair once, before tugging at my nape, forcing me to get to my feet.

“This is your night. Your time to celebrate. Let me do something for you.” And like the goddess she is, she sinks to her knees, never breaking eye contact, and takes me into her mouth.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, slamming my hands against the tile wall to keep from falling over.