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It’s time to wash last night’s make-up off and get rid of all the gunk that is piled in my hair.
Rushing through everything humanely possible is hard to do. Especially when it comes to what the salon did to me yesterday. I’m putting my foot down from now on. This is not who I want to be or what I want to do.
After washing my face twice and shampooing my hair the same amount of time, I put conditioner in my hair and let it soak in. I know my comb won’t go through my hair if I rush through this part.
“Ugh, this is ridiculous. Never freaking again,” my voice is full of grumpiness and after I realize I said that out loud, my head whips every which way making sure Rome hasn’t caught me talking to myself again.
15
Rome
Summer has a chair in the corner with books stacked all around not only her chair, but the bookshelf seems to be overflowing and are stacked this way and that way. It’s the only area that doesn’t seem organized like the rest of her place is.
I take my time and read over what she reads, when I come across a variety of books my own mother reads. I can’t help but smile, she’ll fit in perfectly with our family.
Putting the racy romance book back where I found it, I grab the remote off of the end table and sit down on her couch to watch television.
Finding the local news station, hoping to catch the forecast for tomorrow morning’s surf report. Maybe I can convince Summer to wake up early and hang out on the beach, if I had it my way, I’d be teaching her how to surf though.
Fuck, how she would need help getting in and out of a wet suit. It’s enough to conjure up all kinds of images with her body slick and glistening from the salty water. I imagine tracing every drop of water that poured off her body.
I stand up and pace the length of living room, knowing if I don’t get my thoughts under control, I’ll march my ass into her bathroom, strip my clothes, and take her against the shower wall.
That doesn’t do anything for my hard on, that has decided to stand and salute her empty living room. “Stand fucking down,” I mumble out loud.
“Are you taking after me now?” My head snaps up and I look right at Summer. Her hair is down and is a mass of curls and waves, her face is clean of make-up, and she’s wearing a pair of shorts and V-neck tee shirt.
This woman, it doesn’t matter what she wears or doesn’t wear. She’s going to be the death of me, in the best possible way.
“I might be,” I respond.
“It’s not a bad thing you know,” she winks, it’s then I see she has a bag at her feet.
“Not at all, baby,” I take her in from head to toe again as I walk towards her. Summer standing there barefoot has me thinking all kinds of things. Things that make for a promising future with just her, a few kids running around, and me by her side for all of time.
“Good, I packed a few things. I wasn’t sure what plans we have,” her smile lighting up her whole face as she looks up at me. Our height difference isn’t too much, but when I’m standing right in front of her, she still has to look up. I bend, my lips find hers. My hands find her hips and I hold her as I finally get a taste of her lips, when she moans, I deepen the kiss.
Our tongues slowly glide along each other’s. Summer stands on the tips of her toes, and right now I hate our height difference, even though it’s slight.
I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist, finding the nearest wall. She writhes against my body, her hands find the nape of my neck and I can feel her fingertips press into my skin.
My hips wedged between her thighs, I swear I can feel the heat of her branding me through our shorts. “Fuck,” I murmur out as we take a breath.
“Yes, please,” Summer’s voice has taken on a husky quality. One I want, but not here against the wall. Hell no, I want her spread out and completely naked the first time.
“Soon, I promise,” I respond, allowing her to slowly peel herself away from me, even though I don’t want her out of my arms. It’s a damn conundrum trying to be a gentleman when all I want to do is beat my chest and claim her as my own.
16
Summer
After our close call against the wall, Rome grabbed my bag and we headed back to his place.
When he said his pool was heated, I asked if we could hang out on his back deck.
