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I trail a finger down her upper arm. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
She looks at me, eyes blazing. “Aren’t you supposed to be a bad boy? Are you always this gentle?”
To be honest, I’m not. But the Tiffanies and Brittanies I sleep with usually are more blasé about casual sex and aren’t the vulnerable sister of a close friend. Summer is an adult and can make her own choices, but I want to make sure the choice is hers and hers alone, and that I’m not pushing for something she doesn’t want or will come to regret.
I smirk at her, letting my hand trail down to the curve of her waist. My hands settle on her hip bones and I begin drawing lazy circles with my thumbs. “You don’t want gentle?”
“I want what you promised me.”
“And what is that?”
“Sex so mind-blowing it’ll make me forget who I am for a night.”
Seems we’re on the same page.
I pull her toward me while simultaneously spinning her around, making her back land flush with my front.
Delicately, I pull her long, silky hair to the side so that her neck is bared to me and plant a soft kiss just below her ear.
She lets out a muffled sound that sets my skin on fire, yet her entire body tenses.
“Relax, baby,” I coax her, trailing another kiss down her neck. “You’re safe with me.” And another.
I drop soft kisses on her neck and massage her shoulders until she turns boneless under my touch, pliable.
I graze her nape with my teeth and trail my fingers along her spine until they reach the zipper of her dress. I pull it down an inch.
At once, her body tenses again against mine. Summer spins in my arms, her fingers lacing in the short hair at the back of my head. Her eyes shine with an unspoken need while her teeth keep her lower lip trapped as if to prevent the request from escaping.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
She caresses the hair at my nape, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I want you to kiss me first.”
I push her two steps backward to the rear of the room until her shoulders hit the wall. I plant one palm on the wallpaper next to her face and use my other hand to tilt her chin up.
Her lips part and she sucks in a sharp intake of air.
The sound sets me wild. I drop my mouth to hers, and her lips part eagerly for me.
For someone who claims she doesn’t like beards, she sure is kissing mine enthusiastically.
“Are you sure you’re not into beards?” I tease as I pull back.
“You talk too much,” she protests.
She presses against me to continue the kiss but I hold my distance, enjoying seeing Miss Prim so worked up.
Her lips are parted, and her eyes are heavy with desire.
“Archie,” she whispers. “Please.”
Hearing her whisper my name drives me insane. I capture her lips with mine, pressing her harder into the wall. I try to push a knee between her legs to get closer to her but her tight skirt is in the way. My hands trail down her sides to the hem of her dress, and I let my fingers play with the bare skin there. Slowly, I lift the fabric up. She lets me. Summer allows me to lift it up almost to her waist. Now I can wedge my thigh between hers, and I do. Then, without warning, I hook my hand behind her knee and lift her leg up, wrapping it around my waist.
She bites my lower lip in response.
I draw back, surprised. Summer is looking at me in a way that is shy and bold at the same time. This woman is so full of delightful contradictions.
