Summer Fever

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it?”
    “Just a bruise.” He released me and lifted his T-shirt. The mark was livid on his skin under the moonlight.
    I touched it gently with my fingertips. “Thank God for the woman who invented Kevlar.”
    “Right, you would know that,” he said.
    I took his hand and drew him toward the house. “You want anything?
    A beer? Coffee? Something to eat?”
    “They feed us at debriefing. I’m good.” His eyes were hungry when he looked at me. “So, boyfriend, you know I’m going to hold you to that.” I guided him out to the screened porch. “I suck as a boyfriend, I just have to warn you.”
    “Why? Do you withhold sex when you get pissy?”
    “I don’t get pissy,” I informed him. “Besides, why would I withhold it from myself? Angry sex can be good.”
    “Make up sex is better.”
    “Prove it,” I said, leaning closer so our lips were practically touching.
    “Glad to,” he murmured, before taking my lips in a slow, sensuous kiss.
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    I was dizzy when he released me. “They must put something in the water up here,” I muttered.
    He took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. “Then they just started this summer because I’ve never felt this way before.” I was achingly hard for him, but I didn’t want this to be just another fuck. It meant something to me now, and I wanted him to know that. I took him by the hand and led him into my parents’ room, afraid of what I might say if I let myself.
    I started to undress him, kissing every inch of his skin as I exposed it while he stood there trembling. I was very tender kissing the bruise over his heart. I wanted the touch of my hands and lips to convey to him the feelings I couldn’t bring myself to say.
    Then it was his turn to undress me. I’d never had a lover so attentive; he had me gasping before he had my shirt off.
    When we’d fucked before, it was intense, wild and passionate. Tonight was no less intense, but it was more about holding each other close. This wasn’t just about getting off, it was about the emotions between us.
    I loved the way the curve of his hip filled my palm, the way he lifted up into my caress as if he couldn’t wait for me touch him. I made him moan when I tugged at the dark hair that led from his navel down to his groin with my teeth.
    When his weight pinned me to the bed, I captured his mouth with mine, filling it with my tongue. He held me so tight when our bodies were joined, and I whimpered my need for him.
    When I came it was like a sweet release from this world, full of rapture and ecstasy and sensation, no thinking, all my fear falling away from me as if it had never been. I gave myself to him like I never could to any other man, and he knew it.
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    It was total giving, total bliss, a big, powerful force taking me over.
    Uncontrollable. It was like kissing underwater. It was love.
    After the earthquake, we lay in silence, simply holding each other.
    “I love you,” he said at last.
    It was the first time I’d heard those words and knew it wasn’t just a man asking me to parrot the words back to him. That wasn’t him. He just wanted me to know how he felt.
    “I love you too,” I said.
    I was surprised at how good it felt.
    Tiny aftershocks of pleasure shook my body and I couldn’t stop moving against him. He felt so right in my arms.
    “How’re we going to–”
    He stopped me with a kiss. “We’ll work it out.” AND we did. I quit my job in the city and moved upstate to be with him.
    He didn’t make me; he was perfectly willing to relocate.
    But I didn’t need the frenzy of the city to fill my empty nights any more. Sure, I missed it sometimes, but it’s only a train ride away if we wanted to catch a show or go to a museum.
    Turned out I got a job at the university in the nearest town over, where they had a research program in TB. I also had some money in the bank from the royalties.
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