Locking her knees to his lean hips, she rose on her knees until his erection almost slipped out, then plunged downward until their pelvic bones bumped with a satisfying slap of skin against skin.
So far gone, she could only repeat her bold move a few times before her orgasm washed over her, pulling her in with its powerful undertow, drowning her in sensation.
Thorne’s back arched; the muscles holding her clamped tightly to him became rock hard. A guttural sound erupted from his throat.
Summer collapsed on him, her cheek resting on his sweat-slicked shoulder, as she gasped for breath. At her bare breast, his heart beat a thunderous tattoo against her own.
His panting breaths heated her cheek and ear. “Summer?”
“Hmm?” She kissed his shoulder, then covertly licked. Deep within, his penis jerked, bringing a smile to her swollen lips.
“That’s nice,” he gasped, “but could you tell your dog to stop gnawing on my ankle?”
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“Lola! Stop that!” Awkwardly Summer tugged her bodice up and her skirt down. There was no graceful way to get off his lap. With a silent prayer she wasn’t flashing him, she settled for falling sideways, then scooting until she sat beside him.
Lola’s soft growling filled the silence as she continued to nip and chew on Thorne’s poor ankle.
With a sigh, Summer grabbed Lola and strode to the door, not stopping until she’d locked the little dog out on the deck.
Thorne had covered himself and was checking for damage when Summer returned.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, sinking to the couch as she wondered if she should stay on her end or plaster herself to his side, hoping for an instant replay.
His cell began to vibrate across the floor. Immediately a siren split the quiet comfort of the waves breaking on the beach.
Thorne scooped his phone into his hand and pressed a button. “I’ve got to go.”
“Are you coming back?” Say yes.
He shrugged but still didn’t move toward the door. “I don’t know. It’s a brush fire, but I won’t know if it’s been contained until I get on-site.”
She nodded.
He stepped forward. She thought for sure he was going to kiss her.
Instead, he tapped her lips with his index finger and grinned. “Maybe I should stay away awhile, to give your lips a chance to deflate.” At the door, he looked back. “I need to tell you I’m going surfing tomorrow with your ex. Wait, before you get upset, I’m just going surfing with him to see if he’s any good.”
“Why?” Arms crossed, she concentrated on not clenching her fists. “I mean, why are you telling me? It’s a free country and I could care less about what Cory does.”
“I just didn’t want you opening a can of whoopass on me. Let me finish. I had my reasons for spending time with him. First of all, I like to surf. But mostly, if he’s any good, I have a buddy who could help him get a sponsor to go on the pro circuit.” His teeth flashed white with his grin. “I figured anyone who surfed as much as you said he did had to be pretty good. Plus, you said he won’t leave you alone. If he goes on tour, problem solved.”
“I didn’t ask you to solve any of my problems.”
“You’re welcome.” He spun on his heel and stomped through the door.
After a beat of hesitation, she hurried to the deck in time to see him reach his truck.
“Wait!” She leaned as far over the deck as she could without risking a fall. When he looked up, she swallowed and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Thank you. Really.”
In the blink of an eye, he stood before her, grinning down at her. He pushed her against the rail as he shoved her bodice to her waist. For the next few seconds he suckled and squeezed her breasts voraciously. Then he stepped back and tugged her bodice back into place.
“Thank you,” he said with a smile and a wink. “Really.” He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out the thong he’d removed in the heat of their passion and handed it to her. “Your decision whether or not you put it back on.” He winked again. “I’m planning on taking it off you as soon as I walk back in the door later.”
Before she could respond, he’d disappeared. The roar of his truck engine soon followed, then slowly faded away.
The sappy smile on her face refused to dissipate long after the glow of Thorne’s taillights disappeared. Lola tugged on Summer’s hand, but she ignored her, reliving the best sex of her life and anticipating more to come.
Lola’s hacking cough brought Summer back to reality with a thud. It took less than a second to realize what was happening. She ran into the house and grabbed her phone.
Thank goodness the vet was still in.
“Dena!” she said, scanning the room for her purse. “Don’t leave! I’m bringing Lola in.” Without waiting for her friend to reply, she disconnected and hit the next number, pacing and checking on her dog every few seconds. “Miss Laura? … I’m sorry to ask you, but could you drive me into town? … Now. Lola’s swallowed another pair of panties.”
Thorne paused outside the door of his beach house. Maybe he should go back to the motel again tonight. But he was tired.
And horny.
On the drive back to the beach, all he could think about was sliding into bed, into Summer’s welcoming body.
But first, he needed a quick shower to wash the smoke off.
The house was dark and quiet. Was Summer asleep? No demon dog snarled from the darkened bedroom, so he considered it a good omen.
Despite his shower, he still sported a monster erection by the time he padded into the bedroom.
The bed was empty.
Had she left a note somewhere? Or had she gotten tired of waiting for him and gone home? Martinez had told him the arson and reclamation people were finished with her duplex. The furniture was still out for cleaning, but she could go home if she wanted.
And what about him? Was that what he wanted? They could still date. But after making love with her, he was loathe to let her out of his bed.
A yawn crept up on him. Her stuff was still strewn around his bathroom. That had to mean something.
Meanwhile, the bed beckoned. Suddenly bone tired, he crawled naked between the sheets and stretched out, enjoying the tactile pleasure of the crisp cotton against his skin. His eyelids drifted shut.
As soon as Miss Laura and her sisters drove away, Summer scampered up the stairs. Just the sight of Thorne’s truck parked under the deck had made her wet. Thank goodness the old ladies were out past their bedtime and not inclined to socialize.
Dena, the vet, had wasted no time in retrieving Summer’s panties and Lola was now resting comfortably in the kennel overnight for observation.
Which meant Summer and Thorne had the house to themselves.
And the bed.
Almost giddy with anticipation, she quietly locked the door behind her.
Thorne’s wallet and phone lay on the makeshift table by the couch. She put her purse next to them and stepped out of her sandals.
“Thorne?” she whispered at the bedroom door as she wiggled out of her dress. His deep breathing told her he slept, so she opted for a quick shower.
A few minutes later, she dried off and applied the new perfumed lotion she’d purchased during her shopping trip. The sultry scent filled the steamy bathroom.
Turned on and feeling more than a little naughty, she impulsively dabbed a drop of the coordinating perfume on the tip of each puckered nipple.
Beside the bed, she tugged on the sheet, revealing in inch by agonizing inch the magnificent body of her new lover.
Thorne slept on.
She crawled up on the mattress and slid across the sheet until her nakedness was pressed along the length of his, then pulled the covers up over them.
A shiver skittered up her spine at the seductive friction of the sheet on her bare skin. And at the breathtaking rightness of her skin against Thorne’s.
She made her way up his neck to his earlob
e in slow, deliberate, wet kisses.
Thorne slept on.
Her fingertips danced up the smoothness of his firm thigh, through the warm nest of curls to the silken length of him. Opening and closing her hand, she manipulated his sex from his testicles to the tip and back again until he grew long and hard, his weight heavy in her hand.
Thorne slept on.
A wicked smile curved her lips as she shimmied down. With slow, breath-catching movements, she circled each of her nipples with the tip of his penis as she grew wetter and more excited.
Unable to resist, she took him into her mouth, circling his bulbous head with the tip of her tongue, licking his hard length, then sucking him deep into her eager mouth. His hips twitched, driving him deeper, but he slept on.
Frustrated, she climbed to straddle him, sliding her needy length against his heat until they were aligned, mouth to mouth, heart to heart.
It wasn’t enough.
Inching higher, she paused to enjoy the feel of his breath against her aching nipple.
“Thorne?” she whispered, then manipulated his jaw until she could get her breast into his mouth.
Immediately he began to suck, his hips moving suggestively, his erection bumping her bottom.
Stretching out along his glorious nudity, she once again thanked fate for her long torso when with her downward push and his thrust he pushed into her aching folds. She ground her hips against his, pushing him higher, deeper, and began her ride.
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Thorne sighed. It was the hottest sex dream he’d had in years. Maybe ever. Of course, it would be better if it were real and he were making love with Summer. But, damn, it was definitely the next best thing.
He ran his hands over her silky skin and greedily inhaled her seductive scent as he suckled her virtual breast.
When she took him into her, damned if it didn’t feel real. Hell, he was alone and naked in his bed. So what if he masturbated? He was going for it.
His hips pistoned into her wet heat while he sucked harder on her breast, worrying the taut nipple with the edge of his teeth. His tentative nip only fueled his dream lover’s passion, making her impossibly wetter.
She rode him hard, her imaginary breath fanning his face while her breast gently slapped his cheek.
Even the sensation of her nails digging into his shoulders felt real. She said something hot and dirty against his ear, but his sex-crazed brain couldn’t decipher the words. Then she bit his ear. Hard.
Thorne’s eyelids flew open.
Summer reared back, her luscious breasts bobbing with each energetic thrust and grind of her hips on his.
For a second he could only watch in awe that such a goddess was attempting to fuck his brains out.
He could live with that.
Around his eager cock, her slick muscles began contracting, pulling and sucking on his sex until he had no choice but to follow her into a tsunami of orgasmic sensation.
Throughout the rest of the night, they reached for each other in an attempt to sate the insatiable lust flaring between them.
Sunrise bathed the room in a soft glow while they waited for their breathing to regulate again.
Thorne couldn’t stop smiling as he lay there, holding her sweat-slicked body close. He knew he should be tired. He’d surfed, put out a fire, and set a new personal best for the most consecutive coitus in a twenty-four-hour period. And he couldn’t wait to break his record.
Summer placed a kiss over his heart and smiled up at him in the early morning light. “Good morning.” She stretched, dragging her breast upward.
It took very little effort or encouragement on her part for Thorne to take her into his mouth and suck until he felt her growing wet against his leg.
Rolling, he grabbed a condom from the open drawer. As soon as he’d rolled it on, he pulled her until she straddled him. It was a position they’d discovered to be the most effective in pushing them both to the edge in record time. It would do, for now. But he had four days off coming up and he planned to spend them deeply embedded in his current bed partner.
And she wasn’t only his current bed partner but his future, if he had any say in the matter.
They climaxed within seconds of each other.
She rolled to his side, her hands still busy stroking his chest, his hip, his thigh. “I love the way you say good morning.”
There it was, his opening.
“Maybe that’s because you love me.” He held his breath when her hand stopped moving, tightening his grasp on her shoulders when she tried to put distance between them. “Stay here. We both know we have something special. I want you to move in with me.”
“We just met!” She made a halfhearted attempt to move away from him, then wilted, her breasts snuggling up against his side, where they were meant to be. “How can we possibly be falling in love?”
“We’re not possibly anything.” He planted a hard kiss on her swollen lips and waited.
“I was going to tell you I’m moving back into my house today or tomorrow. Miss Laura and her sisters are loaning me some furniture until mine has been fumigated or whatever they’re doing to get rid of the smoke.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to stay here? We’re going to be sleeping together every night, anyway. Why not let me take care of you?”
This time, she broke his embrace and slid to the edge of the bed. “Because I have a home of my own. A life of my own. And a job I have to go back to in two days.”
“So quit. You said you hated the job anyway.” He sat up and pulled a T-shirt over his head, then reached for a pair of shorts from the floor.
“No.” Her voice was muffled from the dress she was slipping over her head. Her head popped through the top of the dress and she wiggled as she tugged it down to cover her nudity. “I said I hated my boss. Besides being cheap, he says inappropriate things and can’t keep his hands to himself.”
“All the more reason to quit,” Thorne persisted, trying to tamp down the rage he felt at the thought of a boss being a sexual predator, especially a boss of the woman he loved.
Sighing, she rounded on him, hands on her hips. “If I quit, I’d have to give up the luxuries I’ve become accustomed to, like eating and living indoors. Plus, I have a dog to support.”
“Yeah, where is she?” His ankle was still sore and he didn’t want to be ambushed.
“She ate a pair of my panties and spent the night at the vet’s office.”
“Is she okay?” Lord knew, he wasn’t overly fond of the dog, but he knew Summer loved her, which meant he had to learn to love her, too.
“Yes. She does dumb stuff like that occasionally. By the way, how’s your ankle?”
“It’s fine. Summer,” he said, pulling her into his arms, “I’m sorry about telling you to quit your job. I had no right. It’d be like you telling me to quit the fire department.”
“True. Although you did say you went part-time so you could surf more.”
“No.” He massaged the sudden tension stiffening her spine. “I said I went part-time after I moved from Houston and I like having the extra time to surf. Big difference. I’m part-time because they only have part-time firefighters in Harper’s Ferry. So I have more time to surf.” He leaned close and nipped her earlobe. “Or make love to you.”
“Would you quit surfing if I asked?”
Would he? “Yeah, if it was that important to you, sure.”
Suddenly, it wasn’t all that important to her.
Smoldering Lust
LYDIA PARKS
Prologue
Fourteen years ago
“You can’t just leave me here.” Hannah hated the note of desperation in her voice, but she couldn’t help it.
“Watch me.” Sterling sneered as he put his arm around Juli Tucker and walked away. Juli grinned in triumph over his shoulder.
Hannah stood gaping for a full minute before she thought to follow them. She stumbled into a hallway choked with couples making out and people drinking
and smoking. Everyone yelled over deafening music, and some guy shoved her against a wall as he passed.
Her ears rang, her stomach tightened, and tears burned her eyes. Pushing her way through the throng, she made it to the door in time to see Sterling Mason’s Audi turn out of the driveway and the taillights disappear into the total darkness of surrounding pastureland.
“Jerk!”
Tears started down her cheeks as she stood in the doorway. How could he do this to her? And how on earth was she going to get home?
If he’d abandoned her at a party in town, she could have walked. But this place had to be at least thirty miles from Tillman. And the generator she’d noticed as they were walking in meant the place was abandoned. There wouldn’t be a phone.
Hannah discreetly wiped her eyes as she turned to search the crowd. Most people looked to be in their twenties at least, not much chance of finding anyone she really knew. Her only option was to ask a stranger for a ride back to town and hope he or she wasn’t a psycho.
How could she have been so naive? She’d thought Sterling was sincere when he apologized and asked her out. She had no idea he was still angry and only wanted to get even.
A guy stepped in front of her. She tried to back out of his way, but he followed. “Hey. Want to do a line?”
She looked up into the bloodshot eyes of a man nearly twice her age.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and breathed his putrid breath in her face. “We could fool around. Nice young thing like you needs someone—”
Hannah shoved his hand away and hurried in the opposite direction, not caring where she went as long as it was away from the creep at the door. Weaving around more couples, she climbed stairs to the second floor of the ancient house, hoping for a quiet place to hide long enough to pull herself together. Or at least long enough to quit crying.
She followed a hallway and slipped into the first dark room with an open door. Pressing her back to the wall, she wiped her eyes.
How could Sterling have done this to her? She’d never speak to him again, except maybe to tell him off. What an absolute jerk!
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