Unforgettable Summer: Wild Crush, Book 1 (10 page)

There was a loud thump as Summer threw her purse on the floor. Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged the material up and over her body. The action mussed her perfectly straight hair, static electricity causing it to fan around her shoulders like a living thing. The ends fell to the very tops of her breasts. Ty’s gaze followed. Barely there, strapless and black. He saw the circles of her areola peeking over the top of the miniscule bra and his knees almost buckled.

Words, too numerous to name, clogged Ty’s throat. He wanted to tell her she wasn’t like any of his past girlfriends. He wanted to say that the two of them finally having sex did not warrant a spot on the “con” list. He wanted to apologize for causing that shimmer to appear in her pretty eyes. But he could do none of those things because the words
do me
kept reverberating in his head. Those two little words and the sight of Summer standing there in wispy black-lace underwear and a pair of high heels became Ty’s whole world.

He saw the second her confidence started to slip away and realized he’d stared at her without acting for too long. In a rush of movement, Ty stepped forward and grabbed her up against him. Her lips were parted in a tempting little O, hard and fast breaths coming out of them. Ty speared a hand through her silken hair, tilted her head back and kissed her.

She sighed her pleasure and opened for him. The years melted away, and Ty was once again nineteen years old, in that car parked on Wattle Street, lost in the girl he’d never dreamed he could touch. Every single one of his favorite sex fantasies over the years began and ended with that moment, that girl.

This
woman
. She was really here, in his arms, writhing against him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. And this time there was nothing stopping them. The truth of it made his cock spasm in his jeans. Grasping her bottom, Ty lifted Summer until her legs wrapped around his waist. Then he carried her toward the couch because no way were his knees strong enough for upright sex.

She dropped onto the soft white cushions with a plop, her hair fanning around her face. It was such a beautiful sight, all that brown skin and black lace against the white couch, that the ache in Ty’s cock moved to his chest, squeezing like a vise.
Better not to look.
If he kept looking at her, he might suffer an embarrassing premature incident.

Lowering himself onto her, Ty took her lips. He’d intended to be skilled and persuasive, but the second their mouths made contact, Summer thrust her fingers through his hair and threw herself into the kiss with such commitment Ty could do nothing but respond in kind. He plundered her mouth—she countered by biting his lower lip. He ground his hips into hers—she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and ground back. He found her breast and cupped it, slipping one taut nipple out of the lace so he could stroke it. She reached between their bodies and started yanking at his shirt buttons.

Her capable hands stroking over the bared skin of his chest was like a fire trail. It blazed straight to his already overheated groin and made hot precome leak from his dick.
Slow the fuck down, Butler.
Ty was aware somewhere in his rum-and-sex-addled brain that a ten-year wait called for a more leisurely execution than this. No way was he going to come in his pants before he could even get inside Summer’s body.

“Too fast, Sum,” he said between ravaging kisses.

“It’s good. Fast is better. Don’t stop.”

Whatever the lady wants.
With a groan Ty acquiesced to her breathless command. He moved down her body, until his trigger-happy dick was separated from the temptation of Summer’s grinding hips and his face was in line with her chest. Ravenous for the taste of her, he took her bared breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the tip until she cried out.

“Oh, yes. Oh, God, that’s…”

Whatever descriptor she’d been about to use trailed off when Ty moved his attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her legs clamped his waist, her hips gyrating so her pussy scraped his stomach. Every muscle there bunched tight with need when he felt that heat and dampness against him. Ty extracted himself from her twining limbs enough so he could rip open the fly of his jeans. His aching cock thrust out. She was so close. All he had to do was tug her panties aside and…

“Hurry. I want you now.”

Ordinarily such a breathy demand would have been music to Ty’s ears. But it wasn’t the first time Summer had indicated she was all about the end goal when it came to this encounter.
Faster is better,
she’d said. He’d never met a woman who actually believed that.

A horrifying thought filtered into his brain. Did Summer want to get this
over with
?

Sensing his hesitation, Summer asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ty looked into her face. “You tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with me.” She smiled seductively and reached down to cup his erection in her hand. Ty’s blood surged like a pending volcanic eruption. “I’m aroused, and I want to have sex.”

If it weren’t for the note of surprise in her voice, Ty would have been happy with that. Instead he frowned. Not that he particularly
liked
the idea of Summer enjoying herself with other men, but the alternative was much more disconcerting. “Don’t you usually want sex?”

“I don’t have much success with it, that’s all. This feels different.”

It felt fucking amazing. She continued to stroke his cock in a slow up-and-down movement. Ty realized he was thrusting into her touch, getting a hand job that was going to make him blow any second. He was going to come all over her when she might not even…

“Shit. Stop.
God.”
With all the willpower he possessed, Ty managed to grasp Summer’s wrist and move her hand to the couch above her head. Ty looked into her face, saw the bewilderment and lingering desire there and had to struggle to find the words he was trying to say. “Sum, are you saying you don’t enjoy sex?”

The fraction of a second delay and her blank expression gave away the truth. “I like it.”

“But you don’t love it.” How could anyone not love sex? Ty searched his mind for an answer. “You don’t always come—is that it?”

She avoided his eyes, looking at the ceiling somewhere past his shoulder. “Something like that.”

“Oh sweet Jesus, Sum.” Ty grew chilled at the realization. “You’ve
never
had an orgasm during sex, have you?”

“You don’t have to say it like that.” Summer returned her gaze to his and scowled. “Like you’re annoyed about it or something.”

“I am annoyed.” And so edgy with pent-up sexual need that every word came out clipped. “You were married for years. What the fuck was that guy doing?”

“I don’t want to talk about my husband with you. It wasn’t about him.”

“Don’t defend him.” Ty didn’t think he could stand that right now, when he was so filled with contempt for the man who’d stolen what should have been Ty’s—Summer’s innocence. He’d taken it and hadn’t even bothered to work out how to give her the pleasure she deserved in return.

All this time he’d alternately consoled and tortured himself with the thought that at least Summer had married someone better for her than he ever would have been. A straight-up guy, a successful doctor.

A dud in bed who couldn’t give her an orgasm.

Fucking hell.

“It was me, I had trouble…relaxing.” Summer shifted on the couch, struggling to get up. Ty held her in place with his body. Her voice turned bitter. “You want to stop now. Why? Does it sound like too much work for you?”

Was she fucking kidding? He could work on her for hours if that’s what she needed. But a little warning would have been nice. Right now he was so damn close to losing it, there was no way he could give this task the kind of care and concentration it deserved. “I can’t do this when I’m trashed,” Ty tried to explain. “Or when you’re trashed. For one thing, we might wake up in the morning and not remember everything.”

Ty figured if he was going to be the first man to give Summer an orgasm—and if he had anything to say about it he
was
—he wanted to have every minute detail of it locked in his memory forever.

“You want to make sure you get
credit
?” Her dark eyes threw daggers at him. She pushed at his chest, wriggling beneath him as she tried to get up.

“That’s not what I meant—
owwww
!
”

One of Summer’s thrashing legs came into contact with Ty’s erection. The pain shot through him like a flaming arrow, making him as weak as a newborn kitten. He swore a blue streak under his breath, watching helplessly as Summer got off the couch and turned to face him with an expression of pure loathing. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I thought you wanted to
scratch your itch.
”

“I do, believe me.” His words came out wheezy. “I might need a bit of recovery time now, though.”

She studied the way he was hunched over. Her hand flew to her mouth as realization hit. “Oh my God. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I know.”

“Do you want some ice or something?”

“God, no.”

“I would never do that on purpose.” She moved closer and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. “I know how sensitive that whole area is. I’ve studied anatomy.”

Despite the pain in his privates, all Ty wanted to do right now was study Summer’s anatomy. The way she stood close to him had her breasts right there in his line of sight. Prettiest pair Ty had ever seen. “Actually I think I’m making a speedy recovery.”

She saw where he was looking and jumped back, covering herself with her hands. Her expression was so cross it was adorable. “I think I’ll go to bed. Alone.”

“Aw, come on, Sum.”

“Don’t try those puppy dog eyes on me. I’ve lost the mood.” In a mutter, she added, “Story of my life.”

She turned and stomped off to a door that presumably led to her bedroom. Ty called out, “So…I’ll sleep on the couch for now?”

“You can get lost!” She whirled on him, still holding on to her breasts like he hadn’t already seen them in all their glory. “I threw myself at you here and you decided to pass.”

“Decided to pass?” Ty was incredulous. “You kicked me in the gonads!”

“I’ve never met anyone who deserved that more than you.”

Spinning around, Summer strode into her room and slammed the door.

Leaving Ty alone in a world of pain.

Ty’s flesh was hot, even through the material of his board shorts. And thick. Summer couldn’t believe how thick. His lips had turned savage, devouring hers, as his hand moved up to find her breast beneath her shirt. He stroked the tip through her bra, and Summer gasped. The unfamiliar sensations generated an intense excitement that overwhelmed her and brought with it a kind of trepidation she didn’t want but couldn’t help reacting to.

She yanked her hand away from Ty’s shorts and pulled her head out of the kiss, breathing hard.

“Shit shit shit.” Ty threw himself back against the driver’s seat and ran a hand over his face. “I said if you touched me I’d lose it.”

The frustration in his voice came across as slightly accusatory, and Summer’s face stung. “I’m sorry. I liked it. I don’t know why I stopped.”

“Because it was too fast. I can go slower, believe me. But you… I’ve been thinking about you for a while, Sum.”

His words warmed that part inside her stomach that turned everything liquid and needy. She’d been on his mind as he’d been on hers. Her imaginings had been vaguely sexy, nonspecific dreams that caused arousal to swim inside her, entrancing her with its power. Now Summer began to wonder if boys thought about the same things or if their visions were more…detailed.

Ty’s must have been. He’d had sex before and knew what to expect. She’d so wanted to measure up to the other girls who’d been with him. Was she a disappointment?

“Don’t look at me like that.” Ty groaned and leaned over to touch her face again. He brought his lips to hers, but softly this time, as though holding himself back. He sighed and moved to kiss her ear. “Spend the day with me tomorrow. I know somewhere we can go so I can take my time.”

Like before, he put his hand on her breast, this time through her shirt. He moved it a little, in slow circles. The tip puckered hard against his palm, and Summer found herself arching into the touch, instead of shrinking away.

“That’s it, relax. Just like when you’re surfing, you trust your instincts, Summer.” He drew back and looked at her. “Do you trust me?”

The answer was easy. “Yes.”

“Will you meet me at JJ’s tomorrow?”

Ty’s hand moved lower, caressing her thigh. Summer’s legs drifted open as though of their own volition. Accepting the invitation, Ty’s fingers slid upward until they touched damp cotton. “God, you’re wet.”

Mortified by his observation, Summer spluttered, “I’m sorry!”

Ty’s laugh was indulgent. “Silly girl. Wet is good.”

To prove his point, Ty slipped his finger inside the edge of her cotton panties, sliding it over slick, swollen flesh. Summer arched, the sensations like lightning coursing through her. “Oh!”

“Meet me tomorrow.”