Unforgettable Summer: Wild Crush, Book 1 (14 page)

“So what were your plans that day?” she asked. “Once you got me to JJ’s—what then?”

“I was going to take you down to the beach. I knew a place where no one would bother us.”

“Do you still know how to find it?”

Ty held her gaze for several wild thumps of her heart. Then, by way of response, he stood and held out his hand.

Chapter Seven

Ty laid a blanket on the patch of beach against the break wall he’d always thought of as his spot. The sand was firm yet soft, the rocks around it forming a semicircle that sheltered it from the wind while still allowing a view of the moonlit ocean. The overhang provided shelter and a little privacy from anyone walking farther up the beach.

Years ago he used to come here early mornings to check out the swell as the sun rose over the horizon, or any other time he wanted to be alone. The year he’d turned nineteen he’d come here a lot to think about Summer.

“The beach always looks so different when it’s dark,” Summer observed, staring at how the waves turned phosphorescent as they broke on the sand. “You know when we first moved here when I was a kid, I used to think the waves stopped coming in at night. I was about nine years old before I realized they didn’t.”

Chuckling softly, Ty took Summer’s hand and brought her down onto the blanket with him. “The surf never sleeps. I find it comforting, knowing it’s always here, waiting.”

On her knees now, Summer held his gaze. “I never said I was sorry. For not showing up.”

“Are you though?”

Her expression was sincere in the moonglow. “Yes. I’ve always regretted that my first time wasn’t with you. Even though it would never have lasted between us…it still should have been you.”

Ty wanted to refute her statement that it would never have lasted between them, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment with a pointless argument. It might have lasted, it might not have. He still would have liked the chance to find out, instead of having that opportunity taken away from him.

Rather than bring all that up, he focused on the other thing she said.
It should have been you.
It made him think her first time had to have been as bad as all the subsequent ones, and Ty wanted to punch something. Preferably her ex-husband’s face.

The jealousy was unwarranted. Like he’d admitted to Summer yesterday, he hadn’t been a monk the past decade. It wouldn’t have been normal if Summer hadn’t had a sex life of some sort. Yet the irrational possessiveness wouldn’t dissipate, and he had to rein in the violent emotions. He made his touch gentle as he stroked a finger over Summer’s lips. They were smooth and lush, and they parted against his fingertip. A surge of something else violent rushed straight to his cock. He’d been hard on and off all day, thinking about this moment, about finally having Summer where he’d always wanted her—beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her.

Now that he was here he was nervous again, and it made him hesitate. Not something he was known for doing, in the surf or out. It had never felt so important to make it good for anyone the way it was right now. He didn’t merely want Summer to have an orgasm, he wanted to blow her away. He wanted to be the best she’d ever had, or ever would have. Numero Uno, the world champ of fucking.

Jesus. He was on an ego trip. He didn’t deserve to have Summer, who dedicated her life to making others feel better. Even knowing that, Ty wasn’t going to walk away unless she told him to.

“Tell me this is what you want,” he said gruffly. “If you have any doubts, tell me now.”

“I want to be with you, Ty. But…”

“You can’t possibly disappoint me,” he filled in, guessing the train of her thoughts. Didn’t she know he was the one concerned about disappointing her?

“Even though the girls you’ve been with are sexy and fun and all the things I’m not?”

With a growl of annoyance, Ty flipped her onto her back on the blanket. Slipping one leg between hers, he framed her face with his hands, keeping it still so she was forced to look at him. “You
are
sexy.”

To prove his point, he flexed his hips so she’d feel the bulge of his erection pressing into her thigh. When she gasped, Ty covered her open mouth with his. He traced the line of her lower lip, nibbled around the edges of her mouth, doing everything he could to hold back from plunging his tongue inside. That would only remind him how much he wanted to sink his cock into her as deep as it would go, and he had to not think about that right now or he was going to lose his mind and do it.

This night had to be all about Summer.

She responded to his kiss with fervor, tilting her face up and opening her lips, offering herself. Heart pounding, cock throbbing, Ty traced her delicate jawline with his mouth. Summer arched her back, pressing her sweet, taut breasts into his chest. Ty’s dick twitched impatiently. He wrenched his mouth from her intoxicating skin and angled his body away from hers.

Summer was breathing as hard as he. “Don’t stop.”

As if.
“I’m not. Just catching my breath.”

He slid his hand down, trailing his fingers over her throat, then the neckline of her dress. There were tiny white buttons on it, forming a straight line from the valley between her breasts to her waist. Ty had been thinking about releasing those fastenings since the moment he’d seen her in it. He tried to ignore the way his hand trembled when he reached to undo the first button. The second and third slipped easily through the holes, and he made quick work of the fourth and fifth. Clenching his jaw, Ty forced himself to stop there.

Even in the meager light provided by the half moon and the starry sky above, she was too beautiful for Ty’s control. The pale fabric seemed luminescent against her darker skin, the exposed curve of her breast presenting an irresistible temptation. Ty slipped his hand inside the open bodice, cupping the small mound. His callused fingers felt too rough against her smoothness, but Summer didn’t flinch or shrink away. She arched her back, pressing herself into his hand. With a groan Ty found her nipple and toyed with it, keeping his explorations gentle, gauging what she liked.

She writhed beneath his ministrations. Her eyes were black pools reflecting the moonlight as they stared up at him, so open, so trusting. He took her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and gave it an experimental tug.

She gasped in shock, wincing a little, and Ty stopped immediately. She grabbed his wrist, holding his hand to her. “It’s all right, you surprised me, that’s all.”

Christ. Ty couldn’t picture what pathetic level of foreplay she’d experienced if that small touch was a shock to her system. He reminded himself he was going to have to be gentle, slow even, when that hadn’t exactly been his MO lately. “You’re not going to like everything I do, Summer.”

She smiled and pressed his hand over her breast again. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it. And I need you to tell me when you don’t like something. Promise me.”

“Okay. I don’t like that you still have your shirt on.”

Ty chuckled, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders. Grabbing his T-shirt he dragged it off and tossed it behind him on the blanket. Summer’s hands immediately began coasting over his muscles, and he tensed up all over again.

He groaned. “Summer.”

“You’re magnificent in the moonlight.”

Her awed words shot more heat to his groin, and for the moment he let his own needs take over. Ty released the last few buttons on Summer’s dress, tugging the spaghetti straps down her shoulders until her dark-tipped breasts were exposed to his gaze. A cool breeze came off the ocean and washed over her skin. Her nipples pulled tight in response, and she shivered a little, giggling. “It’s a bit cold.”

In answer, Ty bent his head and enclosed one inviting peak in his mouth, bathing it with the warmth from his tongue. Her laughter morphed into a sigh as she arched her back, feeding him her flesh. Ty took what she offered, laving and sucking in turns until her sighs turned to impatient whimpers and her fingers speared tight in his hair.

Then he transferred his lips to the other breast, working his fingers over her still damp nipple. This time when he gave it a gentle tug, the sound that tore from Summer’s throat was one of pleasure. When he mirrored the action with his teeth, she threw her head back, her thighs clamping hard around his leg. “Oh, God!”

Ty alternated his actions, swirling his tongue lightly over her pebbled tip and then sucking it hard between his lips once more. Summer’s hips rocked, her mound rubbing against his thigh. Ty could feel the heat and dampness of her through his pants, and his effort not to tear at the cotton covering her and plunge into her wetness became next to impossible.

Fighting for control, Ty tore his mouth from her nipple. “Christ, Summer.” He trailed kisses along her throat until he was once again at her mouth, devouring it, plunging his tongue in and out now because he couldn’t not do it. Covering her breast with his hand, he kneaded it, brushing his thumb over the stiff tip.

Summer thrashed against him, her pelvis pushing upward, seeking, asking, for more. Ty pressed his thigh tighter into the juncture of her legs, wondering how such a fiery response had lain banked inside her for so long. She was dry humping his leg for God’s sake, and she was on the verge of orgasm. “Ride it, babe,” Ty growled in her ear. “Let yourself go.”

Her hips jerked. Ty sensed Summer’s effort to keep the upward momentum going. She was close, so close…

“I can’t.” Summer fell back against the blanket, panting. The distress in her voice tore at Ty’s chest like sharp claws. “I thought I was going to… I’m sorry. This always happens.”

Ty clenched his teeth, fighting his own needs and the surge of fury that mingled with them. No
way
was it happening now, not with them. Summer was different for him, unlike any other woman he’d ever known. He had to be different for her too, or he didn’t think he could take it.

He was so damn hard, merely from having her rub against him. His erection pulsed hotly, demanding relief. But Ty forced himself to breathe, get a hold of himself. “It’s okay. No hurry.”

Summer laughed, a tart, disbelieving sound. “Don’t lie.” She slid a hand down between their bodies and touched him. Ty flinched. “I can feel how much you want me.”

Unable to resist, Ty rocked into her hand, both relieved and irritated at the fabric keeping her from touching skin. “I want you bad, Sum,” he admitted. “But you don’t come; I don’t come. That’s the rule.”

“Is that right?” She smiled as she stroked him deftly through his shorts. Her nimble fingers somehow managed to part the buttons at the fly of his pants, giving his hard-on some relief from the unbearable pressure. Then she cupped him in her hand and tortured him with her tight grip.

She whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Ty’s balls drew up, everything in the general vicinity of his groin turning liquid and hot, ready. The effort of grabbing her wrist and stilling her hand seemed worthy of an Olympic medal. “Stop it, Sum.”

“Ty, let me.”

“Open your legs.” At his gruff tone, her eyes widened. Ty smiled to soften the impact. “You said you’d do whatever I want. So open your legs for me.”

After a moment of hesitation, Summer did as he asked. He caught the faintly skeptical expression on her face and knew he was going to rise to every challenge she set if it was the last thing he ever did. “Lift your dress higher.”

He sensed the way her breaths quickened as she did it. In the moonlight, the plain white cotton triangle covering her sex seemed to glow. Ty placed his hand over her, felt the wetness there and groaned. She was completely drenched, more than ready to come. She just had to get over this idea that she couldn’t do it, to let go of the tight controls she placed on herself.

So he’d take control for her.

“You’re going to come for me, Summer.” He slipped his hand inside those damp panties and found her hot and slick. “No more of this ‘I can’t do it’ shit, you hear me? Tell me what you like. Do you like this?” He circled a finger over her clit until she gasped. “Or how about this?” He moved that same finger in a slow stroke up and down.

Summer let out a keening moan. “Oh God, that.
Yes
.”

Ty did it a few more times, gratified by Summer’s wild response. Then he moved his finger down and circled it around her sticky hot entrance. “I’m going to put my finger inside you, and you’re going to think about what it’ll be like to have my cock in there. Understand?”

She nodded, her eyes wide. Ty sank into her up to the knuckle, his breath backing up in his throat because she was so
tight.
She clenched around his finger, her muscles sucking at it as he pushed in farther. He knew she was going to feel like heaven around his dick. He pulled his finger out, then stuck it back in, to the hilt, mimicking the way he wanted to fuck her.

Her hips moved in time with him. When he added a second finger and touched his thumb to her clit, stroking it up and down as he’d discovered she preferred, Ty saw her whole body shudder. “Ty…God.”

“You’ll come soon, Summer. You’ll come and I want to hear you scream my name when you do.”

She nodded, biting her lip, thrusting her pussy into his hand.

“Don’t you dare try to fake it with me.”

She shook her head. “Never. Not with you.”