Page 57 of Summer Fling


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“I don’t sleep with anyone.”

“Now you do.”

“You’re going to force me?”

I ease almost completely out of her body, making sure she feels every scrape of my shaft across her nerve endings, then give her nearly bursting clit a long swipe. “Persuade. You’re always welcome to say no. Doesn’t mean I won’t try to use every way I know how to make you change your mind.”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Her angry words come out like a cry.

“I don’t want anything from you. I simply wantallof you.”

Then I’ve got nothing left to say. I cut off whatever argument Harlow might have by plunging deep inside her again, strokes insistent, heavy, and in no particular hurry. Her breathless wails vibrate under my skin, grip my balls. Her body writhes, her hips working with my rhythm, trying to suck me deeper. She’s sensual, responsive—like no woman I’ve ever touched. Holding out on her is so fucking tough, but if I can make her realize that we might be way more than a summer fling, it will be worth it.

“Noah…” She reaches down with one of her hands to pinch her nipples, one after the other. “I need more.”

“I know. You going to let me give it to you?”

She catches her breath on a hard pant. A sob follows. But even with my fist in her hair, she manages a nod. “I can’t take it. Please…”

Thank god, because I’m nearly at the end of my fucking rope.

“You’re staying the whole night with me?”

“I’m dying here,” she pleads with me for mercy.

When it comes to finding out why I can’t get enough of this woman, I have none.

“All you have to do is say yes, baby. I’ll let you fly. I’ll make you come so hard. One little word… Give it to me.”

Harlow clenches her fists, her body heaving as she tries to breathe and process my demand and drink in the growing ecstasy. I don’t let up, I keep tunneling my way into her in long, strong strokes, igniting every pleasure point I can reach. I kiss my way up her back, then bite down on the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck.

“Yes!” she finally capitulates with a cry. “Please, god, yes!”

That’s all I need to hear. I have a whole night with Harlow and I’m going to make the most of it.

Finally, I unleash the pent-up passion I’ve been holding back. I sink in farther, harder, manipulating her nearly bursting clit, breathing against her skin as I exhale in long, harsh breaths. “Take me, goddamn it.”

My own growl rings in my ears. I can’t remember ever needing a climax more. I’m dizzy. Harlow turns me inside out. But I can’t fall into the bliss alone.

The water at my back is turning lukewarm, and I don’t give a shit. The only thing that matters is making this woman feel as if I’m going to be inside her forever. The way I feel right now, I would be so fucking happy to spend the rest of my days and nights right here, drowning in Harlow.

Oh, god. Am I in love?

Suddenly, she tightens, then grinds out a long, throaty cry as she clamps and bucks and gyrates her hips with me. She milks me. She takes my breath away. She robs my fucking soul.

I’m almost sure I’ll never be complete without her.

That’s my last thought as I spill inside her with a growling wail, gushing into her with all my might and losing myself in the process.

As I finally catch my breath, I slide my hands down her curves, worshipping her with soft, reverent strokes. “You okay, baby?”

No answer, just her back rising and falling with deep, heaving breaths.

“Harlow?” I ease from her body gently and cup her shoulders, turning her to face me.

Unmistakable tears run down her cheeks. She looks so fucking angry I almost step back. Almost… But if she’s mad that I’ve made her feel something, I’m the only one who can soothe her.

“Don’t do this to me!” She jerks out of my grip and steps back, reaching for the handle to the shower door.

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