Summer Fling

by Serenity Woods

  “What are you drinking?”

  “Sorry, did I slurp?”

  He laughed. “No. But I heard you swallow.”

  She was not going to be led down that road. “Stella brought me a glass of wine and some chocolates.”

  “Oh, surprise, surprise.”

  She smiled and bit into one. “Mm. Mint.”

  “And…now I’m thinking about kissing you again. You always taste of chocolate, you know that?”

  “Do I?”

  “I’ll never be able to look a truffle in the eye again without thinking of you.”

  “That’s nice.”

  “It’s not, it’s torture. Chocolate makes me think of you, and you make me think of sex. So now chocolate makes me think of sex. I can’t even look a Kit Kat in the face without thinking of your breasts and…other parts.”

  “It’s a very sexy food. Especially melted.”

  He groaned. “You wicked woman.”

  “What? Don’t you agree? Don’t you think it would be sexy to lick melted chocolate off me?”

  Now, now, scolded the angel, but the devil was busy rubbing his hands.

  Garth sighed. “Yes. I do like the idea of licking melted chocolate off you.” His voice turned teasing. “I can think of some very naughty places I’d like to drizzle it.”

  “I thought you might.”

  “You terrible tease.”

  She smiled, enjoying herself.

  In the background, something squeaked, and she remembered that the bed had made that sound when she climbed onto it. “Are you on the bed?”

  “Yeah. It’s warm in here—I think I’ll put the fan on.” The bed squeaked again when he rolled over, and the dial clicked as he turned it. “That’s better.”

  She imagined the fan turning slowly in the ceiling, the rays of the sun casting yellow oblongs across the bed. “You have a lovely house.”

  “Thank you. It’s quiet without you.”

  She didn’t reply, but she trailed patterns in the water, smiling.

  “Tell me, do your breasts float?”

  “Garth…”

  “What? I’m interested.”

  She lifted her head and looked at them before lying back again. “Yes.”

  “Okay, I’m coming over.”

  She laughed. “I don’t know what men find so fascinating about boobs.”

  “Me neither. Describe them to me, and I’ll think about it.”

  She gave in. “Okay. Well as you know, generally I have a bit of a tan, but you can see where I’ve worn my bikini top—there are white triangles over my breasts, not quite covering the whole of them.”

  “Mm. I remember that top. The way there didn’t seem to be enough material to hold them in. You have a very generous chest.”

  “Well thank you. They’re half in the hot water now, shiny and pink.”

  “And the nipples?” His voice had turned low and sultry.

  She looked down. How come he could turn her on from miles away? “They’re dark pink.”

  “Tight or swollen?”

  Her heart pounded. “The hot water makes them swell.”

  “How do they feel?”

  She closed her eyes. She couldn’t do this—touch herself and talk about it. Could she? She ran her left hand up her body, silky under the water, to her breasts, and brushed her thumb over her right nipple. She swallowed. “They’re very soft. But the tip’s hardening.”

  “Okay, I’m touching myself now. Just so you know.”

  She giggled. Pleasure swept through her at the thought that she was turning him on too. “What are you doing?” She continued to play with her nipple, aroused at the thought of him playing with himself.

  “Well, I’ve unzipped my pants—”

  “What are you wearing?”

  “Khaki combat shorts.”

  “Mm. Nice. What have you got on underneath?”

  “Nothing.” He sounded amused.

  “Ah, so, now you’ve unzipped…”

  “Yeah. Not a lot left to the imagination. And I was very careful with the zip.”

  “Tell me more.” She moved in the water, enjoying the sensual swirl of it on her skin and over her breasts.

  “Well, the old boy’s waking up, feeling interested now he knows what you’re up to.”

  “Are you stroking yourself?” She let the water skim over her nipples.

  “Yes. Do you mind?”

  “No.” She moistened her lips and rested her head back.

  “Tell me about your nipples again.” He sighed, and she could imagine him lying on his bed, arousing himself with long, slow strokes, the sun warm through the high window.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “They feel very sensitive,” she said. “I think it’s the heat.”

  “Squeeze them for me. Tell me what happens.”

  Her cheeks warmed, but she did as he’d instructed and took one between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently. “Mm.” She stretched the soft peak, sighing. “Oh, it’s tightening. Going hard. God, Garth, I wish you were here to cover them with your mouth.”

  “Oh yeah. I’d suck them. First one, then the other. Soft at first, and then harder.”

  She closed her eyes. “Oh...”

  “Touch the other one. Make them both hard.”

  She crossed her hand over her body, enjoying the erotic feel of the water over the sensitive tips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I hope no one’s listening in.”

  “If they are, I hope they’re enjoying it as much as I am.” His words gave her a vision of him lying there in his shorts, his erection in his hand, arousing himself, which was so erotic that she let out a long sigh. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

  “My nipples are hard. It feels...mmm...sexy...they’re just at the water line, and it laps at them. A bit like your tongue.”

  “Oh Christ, what are you trying to do to me?”

  “What, you deal it, but you can’t take it?” A wave of naughtiness shot through her. “I bet I can make you come before you can make me.”

  He gave a deep, sexy chuckle. “That’s the type of bet I like to take. You’re on. Now, move your hand. Slide it down your body into the water. Tell me what it feels like.”

  Her breaths came quickly. Was she really being so decadent? She should stop, say goodbye, hang up the phone.

  The devil just smiled.

  She sighed. “My skin’s really silky. There are lots of bubbles in the bath, so you can’t quite see the rest of my body, just glimpses of skin shining through the water.”

  “Nice. Now move down to your stomach. I like the way it quivers when I run my fingers over it.”

  “Okay. I’m stroking the skin. It is quite sensitive there.”

  “Not as sensitive as where you’re going. Move your fingers down into your hair.”

  She did, still not believing she was actually doing this.

  “Are you doing as you’re told?”

  “You’re being very bossy.” She threaded her fingers through her pubic hair, soft in the water.

  “Yep,” he agreed. “Are you doing it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Now. Slowly. Slide your middle finger between your legs.”

  Chloe’s face scorched with embarrassment, but she was so turned on, she couldn’t have stopped for the world. She moved her hand down and did as he’d instructed, slipping her finger into her warm folds.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Swollen. Slippery. That’s what you do to me, Garth.”

  “Good.” He spoke firmly, pleasure in his voice. “Now stroke yourself. Nice, slow strokes through that beautiful, soft skin.”

  “I will if you will.”

  “Oh…you don’t have to worry about that. There’s no way I’m going anywhere with an erection like this.”

  “Are you hard?” She quivered at the thought of him arousing himself while he pictured her.

  “I could hammer nails in with this hard-on,” he
grunted.

  She closed her eyes. “God, you are so sexy. Tell me what you’re doing.”

  He sighed. “Stroking myself.”

  “Fast or slow?”

  “Slow. Getting faster though, every time you talk dirty to me.”

  He liked her telling him what she was doing. She wanted to say something erotic, to tease him, but she’d never done anything like this before. Part of her worried she might say the wrong thing, and he’d laugh. She circled her finger over her sensitive skin, opening her legs more, shifting in the water. “What are you thinking about?”

  “You lying there naked, with your beautiful breasts floating. I can hear you moving in the water. I’m imagining lifting you out and carrying you to the bed, still dripping. I’m desperate to go down on you again, Chloe.”

  Her lips parted with an erotic sigh. “Oh…”

  “If I were there now, I’d spread your legs wide and bury my mouth in you. I want to taste you, plunge my tongue inside you, suck you until you come.”

  “Oh Jeez, Garth…” She hooked one leg over the side of the bath to give herself better access, gasping as the warm water teased her entrance and stroked the sensitive skin.

  He groaned. “What are you doing?” She told him, and his voice went even deeper and huskier, if that was possible. “Slide a finger inside yourself.”

  “You’re so wicked.” She did as he told her, the hot water swirling around her hand.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Tight when I clench my muscles, like what happens when you’re inside me.”

  “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

  “You.” She pictured him standing in front of her, naked, imagined sinking to her knees before him. She wanted to turn him on as much as he was turning her on. He wouldn’t laugh—he wasn’t Ethan. She had to trust him.

  She plucked up the courage and took a breath. “I’m thinking what it would feel like to take you in my mouth.”

  He grunted deeply. “Tell me what you’d do.”

  “I’d reveal the tip, and then I’d lick you from base to top.” Her fingers moved more quickly, encouraged by his low sighs of pleasure. “And then I’d take you into my mouth, and started licking and sucking, filling my mouth with the taste of you.”

  “You’re driving me insane.”

  Her heart hammered. “I haven’t finished yet.” She slid two fingers inside herself, bringing more slippery fluid up to help her fingers glide. She was close to coming, and she wanted him to come with her. “I’d close my mouth over you and suck you. I’d take you deeper and deeper inside my mouth—unbelievably deep…”

  “Chloe…”

  She was getting carried away by the image of pleasuring him with her mouth now. “I’d let you thrust inside my mouth, deeper each time, my lips and tongue around you, driving you closer to the edge, holding your hips as you pushed inside. Your hands would be in my hair, guiding my head, pulling me closer, until you were impossibly deep. And I’d suck until you exploded, and then I’d swallow it down…”

  His breathing, like hers, was ragged and fast now. “Christ, Chloe, I want you so badly. Next time I’m going to throw you onto the bed and pin you down, and torture you with my hands and mouth until you beg me to take you.”

  Her internal muscles tightened. “Garth…”

  “I’m not going to give in, not until you’re almost crying with desperation, throbbing everywhere for me. And then I’m going to hold you down, spread your legs and plunge into you, hard and fast, until your orgasm takes you, so intense it makes you scream…”

  Her climax radiated out from her in a whoosh, and she gave little gasps as her muscles pulsed exquisitely beneath her fingers, the water sloshing about her as her body jerked in response. She was vaguely aware of Garth’s deep groan on the other end of the phone, and his harsh breathing, peaking, then gradually slowing as hers slowed too, her muscles relaxing. They exchanged breaths for a few moments as they drifted back to earth.

  Garth spoke first. “Fuck.”

  She laughed, in spite of the fact that she felt embarrassed about what she’d done. And said. Oh God, the things she’d said.

  “I need a tissue,” he said wryly. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Okay.” She sat up in the lukewarm water as she waited and touched the back of her hand to her face, trying to cool her cheeks. What should she say? How could she possibly follow that?

  In seconds he was back, sighing, the bed creaking as he stretched out again. “Hey.” His voice rang with amusement.

  “Hey.” She moved some of the bubbles around with her hand. “I hope Orion was facing the other way. You’re going to corrupt the poor dog.”

  He laughed. “He’s a fella—he knows what torture you women put us through. But don’t worry, he was on the floor.”

  She smoothed the water over her knees. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “Me neither.” He sounded cheerful. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “Mm.”

  “Nice though.”

  “Yes.”

  “Chloe?”

  “Mm?”

  “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

  Her lips curved. “You too.” She swooshed her hand in the water. She was turning into a prune. “I’ve got to get out—the water’s nearly cold.”

  “All right sweetheart. Look, what are you doing tomorrow, are you working?”

  “I have a meeting at a suppliers in Kaitaia at two. I won’t go back to work afterwards, so I’ll probably be home by four or five.”

  “You want to go out for an early dinner?”

  She hesitated. Her mother flitted through her mind, but she pushed the thought away. “Okay.”

  “Cool. I’ll pick you up at six?

  “Sure.”

  “See you then. Bye.”

  “Bye.” She hung up.

  She got out of the bath and dried herself, pulled on her bathrobe and went and lay on her bed. Her body felt warm, glowing, and relaxed, but her mind raced.

  So much for going slow with Garth. This was precisely the opposite of what she’d planned to do. Why did he completely erase all her self-control? Tomorrow, they’d have dinner and that would be it. She’d go home and go to bed alone. Mind over heart, she scolded herself. Brain over body. Because if she let her heart rule her head, she was going to be in deep trouble.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The following evening, Garth arrived just before six to pick her up. The sun still blazed low in the sky, and as they walked along the main road, sweat ran between her breasts, even though she wore only a light, pretty blue vest and cut-offs.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I thought we could eat at the Oyster Bar.” He indicated the exclusive seafood restaurant overlooking the bay.

  “Wow. I hope you’ve taken out a second mortgage.” She looked at him curiously. “How much did your father leave you anyway?”

  He smiled as they crossed the road. “Well, I can’t tell you that. You’ll be trying to marry me for my money.”

  She laughed, but panic rushed through her at his words.

  He didn’t mean it like that, scolded the angel. Don’t get in a flap. He’s not going to push you into anything.

  Chloe swallowed and shoved her worries away. She wasn’t going to think about the past, present, or future tonight. They were going to have a lovely dinner and get to know each better. Nothing deep and meaningful.

  Trying to concentrate as he talked about the jumps he’d made that day, she followed him into the restaurant to find he’d booked a table by the window. He pulled out her chair and waited for her to be seated before he took his seat the other side of the table.

  “I hope you always take care of yourself,” she scolded as he finished telling her about his day. “I don’t like to think of you doing something so dangerous.”

  “I don’t do it all the time.” He stopped as the waiter came up to take their drinks order. He or
dered a beer and Chloe asked for a glass of Pinot Gris. When the waiter walked off, Garth continued. “But it’s nice to know you worry about me.”

  Her eyes met his. The hazel orbs were open and honest, light and teasing. He looked gorgeous, dressed in dark blue jeans and a smart black shirt hanging open over a clean white T-shirt, his cheekbones flushed where he’d caught the sun. His ruffled brown hair continued to look as if it had never seen a comb.

  “I do worry about you.” She smiled. “But I know you have to do it. I understand, Garth.”

  He held her gaze. Then he lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “I know.”

  After this, they kept the conversation light, ordering their food and talking about all sorts of things—from places they’d been to their favorite food to what kinds of music they liked. They ate slowly, watching the sun sink lower over the horizon as the boats in the bay sailed home, and then had coffee, still talking and sharing little pieces of themselves as the restaurant filled and grew noisier and warmer.

  Garth glanced over to the bar where a group of young women out for a drink exploded into raucous laughter, and he rolled his eyes and laughed. “Shall we go?”

  “Okay.”

  He paid, refusing to let her pay half, and they went outside. They walked along the sand to his car. There he turned her and pulled her into his arms to kiss her.

  She pressed herself against him, her arms tight around his waist, enjoying the taste of the spearmint he’d nabbed from the dish by the till and the feel of his hand on her butt, pulling her closer.

  When he lifted his head, she saw the question forming in his eyes.

  “Would you like to come back home with me? Orion misses you desperately.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Does he now? And how about his owner?”

  Garth shrugged. “Meh.” But he smiled. “Well?”

  She hesitated, torn in two.

  You promised! The angel stamped her foot. You said you’d slow it down.

  Jeez, he looks so sexy in that shirt, the devil said.

  Garth continued to press kisses on her lips, her cheeks, around to her ear. “I bought chocolates for you.”