The Summer of Him by stacy travis

Author:stacy travis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: stacy travis

Chapter Twenty

The Villa

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We ditched our bikes on the driveway and walked hand in hand toward the backyard like we weren’t in any hurry, as if we hadn’t both been pedaling with a little extra effort, picturing the lounge chairs in the shade and the privacy of the space. Neither one of us spoke, but as though reading my mind, Chris stopped and looked at me. He pulled me toward him on the curving cobbled driveway before we’d even made it to the yard.

He ran a finger under my chin and tilted my face up toward his. “I hate your ex-boyfriend for cheating on you.”

“He’s… not worth hating.” I was surprised he was still thinking about that.

“He didn’t deserve you. So maybe there’s justice in the world because you’re here with me,” he said. I was bowled over and touched at his words.

“Maybe there is.”

I wrapped my hands around him and ran my nails over the skin under his shirt, which made his muscles jump at my touch. Kissing him made me want to do things to his body that weren’t so soft and gentle. If we only had two weeks together, I wanted it to be everything.

We stayed on the driveway for a while, too lazy to move, losing part of the day in a kiss that went on and on. Then our hands were everywhere, pulling off clothing and lavishing skin and tangling in hair.

“Earlier, how you wanted to take it slow…?” I said, breathless.

“Yes…?” he said, looking like that might be a struggle.

“Not happening now.”

“Good.” He pulled me hard against him as his tongue swept my mouth like I was the dessert after his chocolate tart. Not breaking the kiss, we stumbled to the yard, where the chaise lounges were a huge improvement for my wobbly limbs. My legs were tired from the biking and weak from the effects of him. I was grateful when Chris laid us down on one of the fluffy terrycloth towels covering the double-wide lounge chair. He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed my neck, my jaw, the tender spot near my ear.

I was breathless, aroused. I was also intrigued by the pristine, luxury towels.

“Who does all this? Who fluffs the cushions and opens the umbrellas? Who put bottled water into an ice bucket while we were gone? Do you employ a team of minions?” I asked on an exhale.

“I can’t talk to you about umbrellas when I want to hear that gorgeous moaning sound you make when you come.”

It didn’t even embarrass me that I’d let him know how good he felt. And was glad he had no problem telling my over-active brain to shut up. He was right. Sultry moaning on tap. He made me desperate for him and I knew he felt how wet and ready I was when his fingers slipped under the band of my thong and slowly stroked back and forth. I gave him the moaning he was looking for.

I reached down

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