Page 11 of Summer Fling


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Grabbing more of her hair in my fist, I settle my hips between her legs and give my towel an impatient tug. It’s damp and it won’t budge, damn it. With a pissed-off snarl, I rise up to my knees and whip it free, tossing it who knows where. It’s out of my fucking way and nothing else matters but pressing my skin to Harlow’s again and getting inside her.

When I focus on her again, her lips are slightly swollen. Her pupils have dilated even more. And she’s looking straight at my cock.

“Problem?”

Her gaze never wavering, she shakes her head. “I’m looking forward to getting every inch of you in my mouth.”

Oh, fuck. She couldn’t have said many other things that would have thrilled the hell out of me even half so much. “Baby, I’m dying for that moment, too. But first things first… I promised you orgasms.”

She lifts her gaze to my face with a grin. “So you did. Do your worst, jock.”

The snappy comeback on the tip of my tongue dissolves as she arches her back and spreads her legs wider. I wish like hell I’d turned on more lights in the room, and I vow I’ll fuck her tomorrow too, when sunlight floods this suite and I can see every inch of her ivory perfection.

“I plan on being your best fuck ever.” I mean that sincerely as I lower my body over hers again, pressing skin to skin, fitting my cock against the soft pad of her bare pussy.

Before she can come back at me with a saucy reply, I seize her mouth again, take her lips, delve deep. When she hits my senses, the impact makes me groan. She melts on my tongue. She’s sweet and tart and addictive. I’m going to have to have more of her, I can already tell. A night may not be enough. But this works in my favor. She needs a place to stay until she returns to San Diego, one where she won’t have to hear her brothers procreate. I can give her that. She can stay in my house, in my bed, where I’ll be able to sink into her any time I want, day or night, until I sate this raging need clawing at my self-control.

Beneath me, all her sass and teasing turns to eager compliance. She’s in the moment with me in every way, her hands busy mapping my back, her lips clinging to mine, her legs folding around my hips.

How easy it would be to notch down her body enough to slide inside her, feel her without any barrier between us, and take her the way I’ve never taken any woman. The urge is there. I don’t even understand why I want her bareback so bad. But that’s a decision we have to make together.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah,” she pants into my face.

I know another teammate who fell into this trap, believing his one-night stand was on the pill when it was a total lie. She’s wrung a fortune from him and made him jump through ridiculous hoops just to see his son ever since. But Harlow isn’t the sort of girl looking to get pregnant for a payday. I’d bet my life on that.

“I’m clean, I swear,” I tell her.

“I am, too,” she promises, trailing kisses up the column of my neck and nipping her way toward my lips.

It’s really hard to think when she does that…

“Can I have you bare? I might sound crazy, but I want to feel all of you. I don’t want latex—or anything—between us.”

Harlow breaks away and blinks. “I-I… I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I went off the pill for a bit and I haven’t been back on it that long. I might still be able to get pregnant.”

On the one hand, I’m disappointed that I can’t just tunnel inside her and enjoy her without a barrier separating us. On the other hand, I’m grateful for her honesty. For a moment, I wonder why she just started the pill recently when she said she hadn’t had sex for months. Female issues? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. What does is that I’ve got all night with her and I intend to make the most of it.

“Totally understand. I’ve got condoms.”

She gives me a halting smile. “I’m glad one of us is a good Boy Scout.”

“I’m not quite that good, but I always try to be prepared.”

“There you go. So, about those orgasms… What did you have in mind?”

“I could tell you, but I think it will be far more fun to show you.”

Because I can’t help myself, I dip my head for another sweet taste of her mouth. It’s like crack. I can’t make myself back away. I can’t stop tasting her over and over, feeling her grasp me, melt into me, beg me for more with her urgent fingers digging into my skin.Yeah…

But I can’t kiss her to climax, so I start making my way down her luscious body with a sweep of my lips across her jaw, a nip at her neck, a tongue tracing her collarbones. Right away, I remember the other reason I love fair-skinned girls. Not only do I get a perverse satisfaction of seeing her pale flesh under my bronzed hands, I see the flush of her arousal right away. With every touch and whisper, her response is obvious. The rosy stain blooms in her cheeks and works its way down her body as I do. It follows me wherever I plant my mouth, wherever I glide my palm across her flesh.

When I hover over her nipples, they not only blush but tighten even more, especially when I swipe gentle thumbs across the tips.

Her fingers curl around the back of my head in demand. “Suck them.”

“Is that a please?” I can’t resist teasing her.

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