Page 74 of Tastes Like Summer

As she works me, I try not to focus on how good her mouth feels, try not to look down to see her lips around my cock. Because I know the second I do, it’s all over. And I want this to last as long as it possibly can. But when I feel her tongue play with the tip, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I almost lose it.

“Stop,” I puff out. My hands dig into her hair to pull her off me. “Jesus fucking Christ, Diana.”

She beams up at me, and I’m positive the steam from the hot water is not the only thing fogging up the mirrors.

“You okay?” she asks, getting to her feet.

I pull her to me, relishing in the feel of her wet body, perfect tits pressed against my chest.

“Am I okay? Fuck, yeah, I’m okay. Better than that. I feel like I’m dreaming right now. I’ve just opened the restaurant I’ve always wanted to have, and I’ve got the perfect girl in my arms. Naked. Wet in more ways than one.” I snicker when she blushes. “I’m fucking amazing, Diana. And you’ve played a big role in that. So thank you.”

Her brows pull together, eyes bloodshot. “Anything. Anytime.”

Without another word, I press a kiss to her lips and hitch one of her legs over my hip. I hold both her wrists over her head against the wall with one hand, while the other lines my cock to her entrance.

Part of me wanted to drag this out, make it last longer. But the other part can’t wait another second to be inside Diana. So in one swift movement, I push into her to the hilt.

She moans my name. I groan into her neck, licking the drops of water off her tits.

“Fuck.”

It’s all I can say, all I can think, as I start to fuck her. Right here. In her shower.

In the back of my mind, I’m mildly aware that, any second now, I could slip on the tile and crack my head open. But my body wants it—this—so much, it uses every bit of adrenaline stored in its system to make sure my muscles are locked in tight. Besides my hips and tongue, my body has become an immovable force. Nothing is stopping me from this.

When her moans grow louder, when the words coming out of her mouth stop making sense, I know she’s close. And thank fucking god for that because I’m not sure how much longer I could take.

“Michael.” Diana gasps, her arms breaking free from my grasp to wrap around my neck as she comes. She holds onto me for dear life, and fuck if I don’t do the same to her.

“Let me come inside you. I need to come inside you.”

She nods frantically, whispers yes in my ear before kissing me just below it.

With a groan, my hips start a desperate rhythm, fast and rough and hard toward the finish line. When I feel myself start to lose control, when my mind begins to blur, I pull her closer into me just before emptying myself inside of her.

After we come, we’re quiet. When I pull out slowly, she whimpers and I kiss her on the tip of the nose. Diana and I take turns soaping each other, and I take special care when I wash her between her legs, conscious of how sore she might be after our little tryst. When we’re done, we towel off quickly and slip into bed. Immediately, I pull her into my chest and press a kiss on her forehead, inhaling her scent, holding it in for several seconds, memorizing it.

After a while, just when I’m about to fall asleep, she pulls back to look me in the eye.

“What are we going to do? I can’t leave Colorado—Rodrigo would never allow it. And I don’t even know if I want to, honestly. Not yet, at least. And you just opened a place here in Long Island. You’re not exactly going to up and decide to leave after one day, are you?”

And I know exactly what she means. Because things have changed. Yes, we agreed to continue to do this thing and see where it goes. But it’s evolved into something more than we ever could’ve expected. She and the girls will go back to Colorado soon. Me and Rachel will stay here.

Still, that isn’t even our biggest problem. It’s that the girls don’t even know we’re together. They don’t know we meet up almost every day. They don’t know we talk on the phone for over an hour before going to bed after they’ve fallen asleep. And they sure as fuck don’t know that I’ve been falling for Diana since the beginning of the summer.

“No. But we’re staying together,” I say with confidence. There’s no way I’m letting this end. “We’re staying together even though we’ll be miles apart. We’ll figure it out. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go. No way in hell I’m letting us—the girls included—go.” I don’t want to come off too strong, but we’re a family. Or at least the beginning of one, aren’t we? “We’re going to stay together and see what happens and you’re going to kick ass at work and maybe even go back to school and become a lawyer.” She laughs at that and calls me crazy, tells me that’s not happening, but I keep going. “And when the time is right, we’ll figure out how to be together geographically.”

Diana pauses for a moment to think it through before breaking into a smile. “Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. We’ll tell them tomorrow. After the talent show. At dinner.”

“Perfect.” I pull her into my arms and fall asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming about the years to come.

I wake slowly, brain foggy from an intense week of work and studying—not to mention yesterday’s late night activities—rolling into a hard pillow that smells suspiciously like citrus. I nuzzle into it, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent. But when a pair of strong arms wraps around me, I realize it isn’t a pillow I’m nuzzling—it’s Michael.

My eyes fly open, because: “The girls!” I whisper-yell. “You need to leave before they see you here!”

He smiles down at me, his dimples visible beneath his scruff under the morning sun. “Hey, good morning.”

“Seriously, Michael.” I push against his chest, reluctantly freeing myself from his hold. “You need to go before they wake up.”