Page 58 of The Summer Plans

When we get back to the beach house later that night, I revel in how quiet it is. It took an hour to find a ride to the boatyard and another two hours before Captain Tony could pick us up. So we did some shopping to replenish my wardrobe, including finding a swimsuit that’s way too revealing on me.

“Why does this feel like a completely different house now that it’s just the two of us and there are no tornadoes wreaking havoc wherever they go?” I follow him into the empty house.

“I kind of miss them. They’re a fun bunch.”

“They are.” I sigh as I wheel my bag into the bedroom. RJ follows behind me. We walk over to our sides of the bed. When our eyes meet, it takes everything in me not to strip off my clothes and climb across the bed to him. He must be thinking the same thing. There’s a hungry look in his eyes as he moves his suitcase to the foot of the bed and approaches me.

I’m suddenly filled with panic. “I should call Raven and let her know the cover story. I mean, the plan.”

“I’ve got plans for you, Summer. And none of them involve my sister,” he says, his eyes full of heat.

“Still. I should call her.” I turn my back to him and pull out my phone before he can change my mind. It rings and rings. Why isn’t she picking up?

A hand grips my hip, and I look over my shoulder. RJ is standing behind me, his naked chest on full display. Why is he shirtless?

Raven’s voicemail beeps in my ear right as lips latch onto my neck. Fuck, that feels good. I need to speak. Say words, Summer. “Raven, hey, it’s Summer.”

His tongue licks a trail up my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access. “Sorry, you know who I am. I forgot that phones tell you who is leaving a voicemail.” He nibbles on my earlobe before pulling it into his mouth. “And now I’m…rambling.” The harder RJ tugs on my ear, the harder it gets to speak.

“There are some… issues with the house… and I really… I think we should get it inspected.” RJ’s palm slides over my hip as he dips his fingers under the waistband of my skirt, still trailing hot kisses down my neck.

What was I saying? “And I’m just… I’m gonna stay here… and… and wait for the… uhhh, inspector. I’ll just hang out or whatever. Don’t worry about me. Not that you do.” His fingers move lower as his entire hand disappears into my skirt. His mouth moves down to my shoulder as he drags his teeth along my heated flesh.

My voice squeaks as I try to maintain my composure. “So don’t worry about me or the house. We’re fine. Oh, and RJ’s here too. He’s going to patch my… a hole. Okay, love you, bye.” It takes several tries to hit the end call button, and I toss the phone on the bed and lean back against RJ.

“Did you just tell my sister that I was going to patch your hole?”

I freeze in horror. Shit. “Did I?”

He turns me in his arms. “Pretty sure you did.”

I push against his chest playfully. “I don’t think I said that. And someone made it pretty hard to concentrate on what I was saying. That was mean. And dumb. Maybe you are an idiot.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” He guides me to the bed and pushes me down. I land with a soft thud, and when I look up, he’s perched between my thighs, pushing them apart. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Have sex with me?”

He shakes his head, slowly climbing up my body. “We’ll get to that. Right now, I want to devour you. Bury my face in your cunt so my senses are overwhelmed with you. Your soft skin under my fingertips. Your taste on my tongue. Your smell consuming me. Your moans as I make you come. The sight of you laid out before me, writhing in pleasure. Fuck, it’s all I’ve been able to imagine for the past week.”

He seals his lips over mine, slips a hand into my skirt, and moves my panties aside as he pushes two fingers inside. When he breaks the kiss, fingers still pumping, palm still grinding, he holds eye contact with me, and I see it. That isn’t how you look at someone you’re just hooking up with for the week. That’s the look of a man obsessed. A man in love. How did I not see it before? I look away before I confess something I’ll regret. Staring up at the ceiling, I try to push away the feelings and just focus on the utter bliss I feel at his touch.

I’m not about to deny this man anything after a speech like that. I lift up my hips and he slides my skirt and panties down.

The moment his hot breath warms my inner thigh, I know I’m screwed. He’s not even touching me yet, and it’s like someone is lighting my insides on fire. He slowly inches closer to my core, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I need this man to touch me more than I need my next breath.

“Tell me you want this, Summer.”

“I want this.” I barely finish the last word when his tongue licks up the seam of my pussy, slowly. Deliberately. Like he’s licking up an ice cream cone before it melts in the summer heat. “Oh fuck.”

He withdraws his tongue and pushes up to look at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that word.” The playful smile on his face instantly eases my nerves.

“I try not to around the kids, but they’re not here.”

“I like it. Let’s see how many more I can pull out of you.”

When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my pussy, I’m done for. He’s barely even touching me, his tongue making soft, exploratory strokes, but I already know he’s going to be good at this. I might even come for once.

He pushes my legs wider, curling an arm around my thigh so he can hold me in place while his other hand teases my opening. With two fingers, he traces circles around my pussy lips, pushing in slightly and then withdrawing completely while his tongue flicks lazily at my clit.