Page 82 of Saving Summer


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One time and her curiosity would be satisfied.

“You didn’t answer.” He licked his tongue over her tingling skin as he smoothed his hand down her body. “Are we clear?”

“Yes!” she blurted, not at all sure about what she was agreeing to and not caring in the least.

“That’s better.” He eased his fingers between her legs, cupping her sex. “Christ, I can feel the heat of you through your pants.” He slid his thumb over her pounding clit, rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her worn leggings. “Tell me, baby. Is this sweet little cunt soaking wet for me?”

“Yes!” Strung tighter than a guitar string about to snap, she pressed herself into his hand. “It’s aching.”

“Well, you’re not going to be able to sleep if your pussy needs attention, are you?” He teased her some more, the pads of his fingers finding her sweet spot and circling around. “Do you want to make yourself come while I watch, or do you want me to take the edge off for you?”

“Can you…” Oh God, embarrassment choked her. He was a dirty-talking alpha male, just like the heroes in her books, and she’d never done this before. She had no experience asking for what she wanted. For what she needed.

What if she sucked at this? What if she disappointed him?

“Use your words, Summer. Can I what?”

“Can you make me come?”

“Is that what you want?”

She nodded.

“Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want me to give you an orgasm.” His low growl personified pure sin as he slipped his fingers inside the elastic of her pants. “Ask me nice, and I’ll make you come so fucking hard, you’ll feel it into next week.”

The heat of his palm sank into her skin, and her head spun, her thoughts veering out of control as she shifted her legs to open them, urging him to give her what she needed. “Please, Jamie! Make me come.”

“Mmm, there’s my good girl.” He inched his palm lower. “Christ. You’re not wearing any panties.” He slicked his fingers between her folds, sliding them back and forth, and the friction…

Oh God! She wanted more.

More pressure. More pleasure. More Jamie.

He dipped the tip of a finger inside her, and she came close to catching fire. “Damn,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.” He teased her slow, moving his finger in and out, going a little deeper every time. “And so fucking wet. Is all of this cream for me?”

“Yes,” she panted, her chest pumping for air as she spread her knees a fraction wider.

“You want more, little squirrel?”

“Yes!”

“Then tell me who owns this pussy.” He pulled out and snapped his fingers against her swollen flesh, causing her to buck wildly.

“You do.”

“That’s right.” He dipped his head, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “And I don’t like to share, Summer. This pussy is mine. Understand?” She nodded. Full sentences impossible to produce while he worked her closer and closer to the edge. “Good girl. Now we’re gonna do this quick and dirty because we don’t have a lot of time, and you still need a nap. And, for the love of all that is holy, keep your fuckable ass off my dick unless you want it stuffed full. You hear me?”

“Yes!” she cried out, willing to agree to anything to get the release she so desperately needed.

He circled his fingers around her clit, bringing her higher and higher until she rode the beginnings of an orgasm so powerful, she teetered on the exquisite edge of pleasure and pain. “Oh God, Jamie! Please!” she begged, her back bowing, her greedy cunt lunging against his hand.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes!” she cried, and before she knew what hit her, she detonated, shattering into a million tiny pieces. The sharp shards of her orgasm ripping from her core and shredding everything in its path.

Wave after wave, her body shook. Each aftershock every bit as intense as the first blast. “Shh,” he murmured in her ear, making her realize she’d been whimpering, groveling, begging him for mercy in a steady stream of nonsensical gibberish. “I’ve got you.”

His body tight to hers, he held her together. Kept her tethered. To the bed. To him. To the hand still pressed against her throbbing flesh. Her pulse pounded. Her heart beating from her very core.