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HUDSON
“Ooh, one bed.” I wiggle my eyebrows at Summer when we push the door to her hotel room open. We’re barely on our feet after the celebratory shots we threw back at a number of New York bars with Jeremy.
The whole night’s been a blur. I think we hit up four or five different places, traipsing around Manhattan on this balmy, breezy October Saturday night.
Jeremy called it a night about an hour and a half ago, and after spending the time between then and now grinding against Summer and making out with her at a club, we decided to stumble back to her hotel.
I’ve never been bar hopping and clubbing before. The whole scene just never appealed to me. But I think anything would appeal to me if I were doing it with Summer.
“That happens a lot in the books you like, right?” I ask with a saucy grin, kicking the door closed behind us.
Summer snorts a laugh. “I think the tension of the whole one bed scenario is undermined considering we already slept together.”
The memories of how she felt underneath my body, her hips gyrating as I slammed into her, moans spilling from her pretty pink lips, sends a jolt to my cock. Suddenly my shaft is rock hard. Just the friction of my boxers against my swollen mushroom head sends a wave of pleasure hurtling through me.
My lips find Summer’s, and I drink in her groan. I can taste the fruity flavor mingled with vodka from the most recent cocktail she had. The taste makes my tongue tingle—but also reminds me to pull back before the kiss goes too deep.
Summer and I are both drunk. I don’t want to sleep with her when we’re both in an impaired state of mind.
Besides, if I’m going to strip off her clothes, worship her body, and plunge my throbbing cock deep into her slick, warm pussy, I want to remember every single fucking second of it. I sure as hell want her to remember every second of me inside her, too.
Summer’s hands reach for my belt, but I lightly brush them away. “Tomorrow,” I whisper, dipping my lips to her ear. I take advantage of the proximity to inhale her scent, something far more intoxicating than any of the liquor I’ve imbibed tonight.
“Mhm,” she hums in acknowledgement. She rests her body against me, relaxing her muscles. I can feel how tired she is after this huge day.
I lace my fingers through her hair, letting the feather-soft strands flutter around them. “Can I be honest?”
“Of course,” she says, lifting her head from where she was resting her forehead on my chest, a questioning look in her eyes.
I grin. “I was kinda hoping to see you had to wear a tuxedo again.”
She groans, sticking out her tongue. “I looked terrible in that stupid uniform. I wish you didn’t see me in it.”
If Summer thinks she could ever look terrible, no matter what she wears, that’s a thought I need to disabuse her of right fucking now. I push her chin back with my index finger. “You looked sexy as fuck in that tuxedo, my little penguin.”
She rolls her eyes, but the deep blush I’ve grown addicted to still colors her cheeks. “Lamest nickname ever.”
“I like it and so do you.” I press my lips to hers, immediately gliding my tongue in her mouth to slant against her own. My balls tighten. This fucking mouth. I’ll never get enough.
Never.
The word sends a brief pulse of anxious uncertainty through me.
What are we doing exactly? This sure as hell isn’t fake anymore. But if it’s not fake, what is it? Real? A real relationship? Is that what Summer wants?
Normally when there’s a tangled question in my mind, I can’t rest until I’ve unknotted it, examined it from every angle, and determined the exact answer. This time? I let the worry evaporate from my mind.
She’s in my arms right now. Tomorrow morning, before checkout, she’s going to be under my body. Probably on top of it. Maybe in a variety of other positions, too.
What happens weeks, months from now? A year from now? I don’t care.
For what feels like the first time in my life, I’m content to let a big question go unanswered.
I’m just going to enjoy what I have. Right now, I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms.
I pull Summer tighter in my arms and take a step to the side, pulling her onto the top of the firm hotel bed with me, sending a spattering of her giggles into the air. I close my eyes and savor the vibrations of her body.
“Ugh, let me wash my makeup off.” She pushes off the bed, and I fight the urge to pull her back down and rip her dress off. She grabs something to change into and steps into the bathroom.
