Summer Nights by Christin Lovell Page B

deepening our connection, sending all
the warmth in my body south. His erection pressed against my
stomach; my nipples strained against my thin, oversized grey
t-shirt. It offered me no protection against his skilled hands. His
thumbs strummed my breasts through the flimsy material. I clutched
his buff biceps, my body aching to be closer to him.
    Abruptly he pulled away. His breathing
was labored, his chest heaving as much as mine. As my teeth went to
press into my lower lip, I noticed it was still sore from last
night. I tried to hold back a groan, my body coming alive, tingling
from his touch.
    As soon as he regulated his inhalation,
his features pulled tight; his hands fisted at his sides. “You left
me,” he stated in a sharp tone.
    I swallowed hard, my temperature
dropping a few degrees. I stared at him, unsure how to respond;
unsure of how he wanted me to respond.
    He grabbed my hand and led me to my
bed. He sat down on the foot of the bed and situated me between his
legs. “It’s not the same here. You’re not as safe.” There was
genuine concern in his voice.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “You have to promise me you will never
do that again. I will take you wherever you want to go.” His brown
eyes watched my every move, reading each emotion as it crossed my
face.
    “I promise.” His words held maximum
conviction so I didn’t press.
    He relaxed at that. He flew backwards
onto the bed, tugging me on top of him along the way. My wet hair
hung down around my face, droplets wetting hit shirt. “Now, I
believe you owe me an apology.” He had an iron grip on me. I wasn’t
going anywhere, not that I wanted to. My heart flipped in my
chest.
    “I already apologized.” I lifted my
chin defiantly.
    “In Puerto Rico, we believe in make-up
sex.” He kissed my chin, trailing my jaw and sliding down to nibble
my neck.
    “You can’t just waltz in here and
expect me to drop my pants for you,” I snapped.
    “Of course not, but I promise you’ll
want to.” His seductive tone made my pussy moist
already.
    He pressed his mouth to mine. He
flipped us effortlessly, gliding me along the sheets until my head
hit the pillows. I heard his shoes hit the floor.
    I ran my hands along the hemline of his
shirt as he kissed me. He pulled back and discarded the barrier
between my hands and his skin. His hands roved my body, stroking
every curve, every slope. He squeezed my hips, crowding his center
to mine. He slid around to my ass, grasping tightly along its round
edges.
    He pulled back, his
nostrils flaring. “I’m sorry, mi
amor . You’re like a drug. I want you too
bad. I can’t wait.”
    CRUZ
    Her smell, her taste, the tiny whimpers
that barely escaped her throat; everything about her invigorated
me. It sent my body into a frenzy. Usually I was always in control.
Even at night, sleep never ruled my body. I remained in control.
But not when she was there. She walked in and turned my world
upside down. The scary part was, I barely remembered my life
without her in it; and, after barely twenty-four hours, I couldn’t
picture it without her.
    I needed leverage; I needed something
to slow me down, to stop me from pounding her in the most barbaric
way. I stood, pulling her off the bed with me. She appeared
confused for a moment before I captured her rosy lips, swollen from
my rough assault. I reached under her shirt, unclasping her bra
with ease. I pinched her pert nipples; she winced, moaning the
moment I soothed them with my palms.
    I unbuttoned her jean shorts, sliding
my hand in beneath her lacy panties. I sought her pussy; my fingers
splayed her lower lips. Her center was hot, warming my hand as I
worked my fingers over her straining clit to her channel. I dipped
two fingers inside, her slick walls inviting me in.
    Her breath hitched. “Oh, Cruz,” she
sighed. Her head dipped backwards as I caressed her
pussy.
    Damn she was hot. My cock throbbed. I
longed to be seated deep inside her, but I would wait a little
longer. I knew