He stands tall, so high that I feel small and protected. I stare up at his striking features. His eyes are locked on my peaks, hardened and ready for whatever he wants to do next. My skin has quickly become hotter than hell. Prickles dance and flustered breaths raise and fall.
A low grunt follows his teeth as they indent that perfectly pouty lower lip of his. Nerves burst in waves over every inch of me. I don’t want to forget this moment with him. My eyes close briefly, inhaling so deeply that my chest lifts higher. Fingers clamp my jaw. “Open your eyes, honey.”
The pressure is like a force of its own. Without a fight, my eyelids flick open. This man is so good looking that my toes curl, and my cheeks warm. Our gaze closes in on the others, like beams of light crossing paths, making everything around us brighter.
“I want you to remember it all. Every last second.” His eyes lower, leaving me alone. “I’ve been dying to do this since the first time I saw you in the store,” he growls. “The first time you caught my eye, before I even knew your name.”
“You saw me in the store?” I pant out the words, shocked that he’s never said any of this before.
He nudges me back, guiding me blindly to the bed. Every step is energetic with his skin shocking my own as we touch. With one finger, he prods my solar plexus, and I fall back, just as he commands me to do. Hayden offers me a cocky grin, like he knows exactly what to do to get me aroused. And he does. Just looking at me has the most powerful effect.
The sheets are warm, just as I remember. He arches over me and quickly gets to work, trailing his tongue over each breast in turn and sucking the nipples with gentle bites. I can’t help the buzz igniting between my legs, it's a raging throb that makes me writhe on the bed, pleasure raining over the cells in my flesh.
Hayden looks up at me with blazing hot eyes. “Yeah, I saw you, honey. I saw your ass wrapped in tight jeans and your glossy dark hair so long and pretty. Then you vanished, and I went home and thought about this…” He scoots down the bed, so his face aligns with the apex of my thighs. With a delicate touch, he unclasps my sandals with precision, his eyes focused on the task at hand. They aren’t the easiest to remove with tiny buckles for dainty fingers, but he manages to yank my feet free.
Large hands unzip my jeans, dragging them over my hips until they leave my ankles. He parts my legs and hums. It's such a sexy sonorous rumble, matching the fire in his gaze.
His deep primal response to my utter nakedness evokes such a thrill inside me. It feels like the walls have fallen down around us, and we’re in the open, under the heat of the sun, burning up in desire. “All I want is this, Summer. I crave it, all the fucking time.” The sensation of my folds separating makes me gasp. I feel his mouth latch around my clit, so hyper-sensitive and explosive.
“Hayden.” I pant out his name with urgency. We’re on the edge of something mind-blowing. We’ve finally crossed over the ocean that has kept us apart for too long. He continues to swipe and suck until a finger plunges inside me. The intrusion is wanted, powerful, overwhelming. My fingers dive into his hair, holding on forever. “Ohhhhhhhhhh my....” I’m trying to keep quiet, but this is so intense.
With a deep hum, his mouth attached to my clit and two fingers dipping in and out, Hayden sends a rocket of pleasure straight to my core. My mouth gapes open, my back arcs, and I dig my fingers tighter into his hair.
I’ve never experienced such a fiercely hot reaction to a man before - such oral wizardry and masterful skills. I’m dizzy, floating and tingling all over. “Hayden.” I sigh out his name, feeling the weight of him on my legs and tender kisses covering my naval.
My light moans are suffocated when his hungry mouth finds mine. “You taste better than a cold beer on a hot day.” He grins down at me.
“Wow.” I titter into his neck as he crushes me with a hug. “Better than beer?” I nudge my pelvis into him, feeling the hard bulge like a rock. I want to taste him too.
“Way better.” He chuckles.
“It’s my turn now.” Tilting sideways, I float my palm between us, slipping my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers.
“Summer…” he says my name with a sigh, letting his forehead shift to mine.
The search is rewarded with a silky soft tip, covered in a smidgen of warm wet liquid. He hisses when I curl my palm around the thick, solid girth. The breath of him intrigues me, and I wonder if the few men I’ve been with in the past were last in the penis queue, only receiving leftovers because this thing is superb. Maybe they were just average. There isn’t anything average about Hayden Taylor. Whether it fits inside me is another matter altogether, but I’ll sure as hell not stop until I find out.
“Hayden?” Hank calls out in a thunderous boom.
Hayden rears up, bouncing off the bed, all man and startled eyes. He falls back, stumbling from our lust high, ensuring the fabric of his boxer briefs is covering his spectacular erection. “Are you here? Sawyer’s at his wits end. Is Summer in here?”
Boots clatter. A gray tee lands next to me on the crumpled sheets. “Quick… put it on.” He rushes to the door. “Yeah, she’s here.” Hayden replies to his father the second he opens the door and peers out to the hall. “Just getting her cleaned up.”
Hank stops outside the room, and all I hear is a muffled mutter.
“She thought someone was trapped inside. She’s a little shook up.” I think I’m more than shook up, I’m on the cusp of sexual frustration.
The tee drowns my figure with enough decency to present myself beside Hayden. “I’ll go home and take a bath now. Thanks for this.” I pinch the loose fabric. “See you later.”
I know Hank raises a skeptical brow, but what makes it all better are the words that roll off Hayden’s tongue without practice. “Don’t say a word. I can’t help it. I really like her, Dad.”
And I really like him, too.
18
An annoying brainthumping jingle jerks me awake. It’s my alarm, the one I’d set last night to ensure I had enough time to prep for my hot date with Hayden. Before floating to bed in the wake of his delicious mouth, I’d rifled through my many suitcases to find the perfect outfit. I couldn’t wear shorts - what if we spend the whole day in the sun? Exposed legs would burn up under the intense UV rays, crisping my skin up like twiglets. And a tight dress was probably not top of the list either, now that I know things are more low key around here. Burnt legs would ruin an evening rolling around under the sheets or above them or wrapped up in them.
A stress headache spreads over my brow, spurring me to pick denim jeans that graze the top of my ankles and hug my narrow waist. Heels aren’t an option. The gravelly ground in Heartville isn’t smooth like the city streets. The five pairs I’d stuffed in my luggage were a waste of crucial space. It took a nail file and a lot of scraping to remove the chipped gel nail polish, but I did - and now they looked less than pretty.
