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“Ok, do I need to do anything special or just aim and shoot?” She takes the camera and looks it over.

“Just aim and shoot. I’ve already got the settings where I want them.” She nods and makes eye contact with me for the first time all day. I smile and lower my voice to whisper, “You look beautiful today.”

A slight tip of her lips tells me she’s trying not to smile, and as much as I’m dying to lean in and kiss her right now, I know I can’t. So I turn and walk towards my parents and Holden.

Summer aims the camera at us and takes a few pictures. Then she gets a little more comfortable and moves around to get different angles. I don’t know if it’s some weird kink I’ve just unlocked, but seeing her taking pictures with my camera does something to me. Maybe it’s because I know it’s mine, and it’s in her hands. . . just like my goddamn heart.

After our family pictures, I take some of Summer and her parents, then set up my tripod for group pictures. I make it a point to stand next to Summer in these pictures. I even take it a step further and link her pinky finger with mine. She stiffens but doesn’t lose her smile.

When the sun is finally down, I pack up my equipment but feel Summer staring at me. Our parents are huddled together closer to the resort while they wait for us so we can go to dinner together.

I stand and meet Summer’s gaze. Even in the dark, I can see she’s biting her bottom lip. “You thinking about my cock, Sunshine?”

“Hawke!” she whisper-shouts at me.

“What?” I chuckle. “They can’t hear us.”

“We still shouldn’t risk it.”

Without thinking, I reach out and rub my thumb along her bottom lip. “Sunshine, I’d risk everything for you.”

I keep saying stupid shit around her. What woman wouldn’t be freaking out if a guy said something like that to her after they hooked up one time? But this isn’t any woman. This is Summer. My sunshine.

“Hawke. . .”

“Come on.” I usher her toward the resort, not giving her a chance to tell me I sound like a love-sick puppy. “Let’s go to dinner.” Then I lean in closer, getting a whiff of my favorite coconut scent, and say, “But I’d love to have you for dessert.”

She turns her head to look at me, so close I’d only have to lean in another inch for my lips to be on her. It’s pure torture to not touch her.

“Just think about it, Sunshine. We’ve already done it once. What’s one more time in the grand scheme of things?”

She doesn’t have time to answer because we’ve caught up with our families. I take a step away so no one gets the wrong idea. Even though they wouldn’t be wrong, would they? But I don’t want to make Summer uncomfortable, so I’ll respect that she wants to keep this a secret. I understand her reasoning, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

We get to the resort, and Summer and I fall behind everyone else. We don’t talk, but when I link my pinky finger with hers again, she doesn’t pull away. I’ll take that as a win.

At dinner, Summer and I coincidentally, or maybe not so coincidentally, are seated next to each other at the end of the table, Holden and Carly across from us.

Summer takes pictures of the restaurant and our drinks. She even makes us do a video toasting our drinks together to post it to her stories. Thankfully no one complains. I know Holden was always a little put off by the whole social media thing, especially when Summer started gaining followers. But I’m really fucking proud of her. I love that she’s unapologetically herself.

While we wait on our food, Holden starts talking about some building he’s working on. Honestly, it’s boring as fuck, but my dad seems interested, so I listen like a good big brother.

In reality, I’m really the worst brother because my hand is under the white tablecloth, on Summer’s smooth leg. She hasn’t pushed me off, which means I still have some hope.

My fingers trail up her leg and under her skintight dress. I have no idea what anyone is saying at the table right now, completely focused on one thing. I occasionally nod to give the illusion that I’m listening, but all I can think about is Summer. Her presence is suffocating me in the best possible way. My fingers make their way up her dress until I feel the heat of her core.

When I reach her bare pussy, I swallow hard to keep back my groan. I turn to her, and her big eyes are as wide as they can get, trying to look innocent.

I mouth. “No panties?”

She smirks and shakes her head. She’s fucking killing me. I slide my finger along her slit, pleased to find her wet. I gently circle her clit with my thumb, and her fist tightens around her glass. I stifle a laugh, turning my attention back to the table as I move my finger along her center again.

Then I pull my finger back, casually bringing it to my mouth and tracing my lips. No one notices. Everyone focuses on whatever the fuck Holden is rambling on about. Everyone except Summer. She’s zeroed in on my mouth.

I can’t wait for this dinner to be over. I’d bet my left nut that Summer will let me taste her pretty little pussy again, and it’s the meal I’ve been most looking forward to. My lucky streak just keeps going.

CHAPTER 15

Summer