Page 114 of Peaks and Promises

I followed her into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. She took off her robe and hung it on a hook over the bathroom door. In the darkness, I could barely make out her form, but I remembered the feel of her silky tank top and shorts all too well.

I’d been sleeping in a T-shirt and my boxer briefs. I left them on and climbed into bed with her. The covers settled over us, and I tried to stay near the edge of the bed so I wouldn’t crowd her, but I wasn’t exactly a small guy. There wasn’t much space between us. She took a deep breath, and I closed my eyes, determined to go to sleep.

Summer fidgeted a little, shifting her feet beneath the covers. She’d done the same thing the previous night. I wondered if she realized she was doing it, or if it was an unconscious habit. After a few moments of silence, she did it again.

Before I could stop myself—I was weak—I turned over, slid my arm around her waist, and dragged her against me. Her body relaxed as she nestled in.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in her scent. It lit up my brain like a drug, and I was vaguely aware that I could easily become addicted.

Maybe I already was.

The tension in my back and shoulders began to ease. Until I realized my hand wasn’t touching her pajamas. Her tank top had slid up when I moved her, and my hand rested on her bare skin. Almost involuntarily, I caressed her with my thumb.

Pressure filled my groin, and I shifted my hips away from her. Instead of staying where she was, and giving me a second to relax, she adjusted her position, pressing her backside right into me.

Flexing my hand against her bare stomach, I grunted. Judging from her sharp intake of breath, she felt every bit of what she was doing to me.

I needed to stop. Things between us were complicated enough. I was about to make it so much worse.

But she arched her back, rubbing herself against my increasingly hard cock, and my control snapped.

Rolling her onto her back, I climbed on top of her and pressed myself between her legs while my lips found hers. Her kiss was hungry, and I delved into her mouth with my tongue while I moved my hips against her.

“Get these fucking clothes off,” I growled.

Increasingly frantic, we ripped each other’s clothes off between ravenous kisses. Need for her consumed me. I didn’t have any protection—it had been a long damn time—but she assured me she had it covered, and I assured her I was safe.

My eyes rolled back, and I groaned as I sank into her. She wrapped her legs around me and clung to my shoulders. We moved together, tongues tangling, her hair fanned out across the pillow.

She was so fucking beautiful.

I thrust into her, losing myself in the heat of her skin, the feel of her body melding with mine. She gasped and whimpered, tightening around me. I didn’t want it to end too quickly, so I slowed, kissing her deeply.

Acting instinctively, I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. The sight of her riding me was unreal. Her beautiful curves, her soft skin, her full, parted lips. And those eyes, hooded with pleasure.

Pleasure that I was giving her.

Digging her fingers into my chest, she picked up her pace. She could do whatever she wanted, as far as I was concerned. I was in heaven. She leaned her head back, moaning as I thrust up into her with every roll of her hips.

Her rhythm quickened, and I watched with awe as she started to climax. In an instant, I came undone.

Low grunts escaped my throat as I came inside her. We moved together, as if we were one, riding the wave of a shared orgasm.

By the end, we were both breathing hard. With her hands still planted on my chest, her eyes fluttered open. I slid my fingers through her hair, brought her mouth to mine, and kissed her—a deep, luxurious kiss with our bodies still joined.

Our lips parted, and I let her go so she could clean up in the bathroom. When she came back, I drew her close and placed soft kisses across her bare shoulder.

Once again, she nestled into me, only now there was nothing between us. Her warm skin felt like silk against mine, and her scent enveloped me.

I kissed her shoulder again, and like a reflex, her back arched. I was getting hard again, but I couldn’t help it. Now that I’d had her, I was insatiable.

“You better stop,” she said, her voice breathy.

“Or what?” Holding her hips, I grazed her shoulder with my teeth.

Her answering whimper set me on fire, and in a moment, I was deep inside her again.

I couldn’t get enough.