Summer of Love Marie Ferrarella (easy books to read in english TXT) 📖

Clung as if she were drowning.

Well, so was he.

“Bedroom,” he muttered against her mouth. Could he not get anything out other than one- and two-word sentences?

Evidently not.

And if she was going to stop this parade, she had the perfect opportunity to drag her lips from his and tell him to put her down, that they were going to sit on that long sofa and talk.

She didn’t. “Down the hallway, first door on the right.”

Then she was kissing him again, her eyes flickering shut even as his had to remain open to avoid tripping over furniture or running into a wall as he made his way down the hallway and arrived at her bedroom. He paused in the doorway and eyed the space, noting the frilly pillows on the bed and the hinged frame that held two pictures on the nightstand. One of Jessi with another man. And one of her holding that man’s baby.

Larry.

His chest tightened, and he pulled back slightly, rethinking this idea.

“What’s wrong?” Her breathless reply washed over him.

He nodded at the nightstand, and she glanced in that direction and then tensed before looking back up at him. She shook her head. “It’s okay, Clint. He’s been gone a very long time.”

She didn’t say that she didn’t love him, or that Larry wouldn’t mind if he could see them.

Just that the man had been gone a long time.

He stood there, undecided. Could he lie in that bed and thrust inside her, while her dead husband watched them?

“Take me over there,” she murmured.

He didn’t want to. Wanted to suggest they go back to the familiar sofa in the living room. But his feet had ideas of their own. He carried her over to the small table and watched as she tipped the frame over onto its front so that the pictures were no longer visible.

“Better?” she asked, one corner of her mouth curling.

It was. A little, anyway. “Yes.”

“Okay, now put me on the bed—” her fingers sifted through the hair at the back of his neck, sending a shiver over him “—and take off all my clothes.”

“Your wish—” he wiped Larry from his mind and dropped her from where he stood, then smiled at the squeal she gave as she bounced on the mattress and lay there staring up at him “—is my command.”

She licked her lips. “Then come down here and start commanding me.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BEFORE HE COULD do as she asked, Jessi sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, allowing her legs to hit the floor. Then she grabbed him behind the knees and dragged him forward a step or two, parting her legs until he stood between them.

“I thought I was doing the commanding,” he said.

“Changed my mind,” she said with a laugh, removing his keys and wallet from his pockets and putting them on the bed. “Because you’ll end up having all the fun, like last time.”

His brows went up. “I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”

“That’s because there weren’t any.” Reaching for his belt buckle, she slid the loop out in one smooth move that made his mouth water. “And I don’t think you’ll be hearing any complaints now. At least, not from me.”

With the buckle undone, she moved to the button of his dress slacks.

Hell, she wasn’t going to hear any complaints from him either. Although his ideas for maneuvering her to the point of no return were not going according to plan.

Or maybe she’d had the very same thoughts about him.

His flesh twitched.

And he was already too far gone to back out now.

Down went his zipper. “Wait.”

She stopped and met his eyes. “Am I doing something wrong?”

No, she was doing everything exactly right. And that was the problem. He really was too far gone. His body was pumping with anticipation. Too much too soon and he was going to have trouble not letting go in a rush. It was why he hadn’t let her touch him last time.

“No, honey.” His hand tangled in her hair, resisting the urge to drag her forward and show her exactly what he meant. “I just don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

One perfectly arched brow went up an inch, and she licked her lips. “And if I want to?”

Even as she said it, she peeled apart the edges of his slacks and pushed them down his hips, until they sat at midthigh.

No trying to hide what she did to him at this point, because it was right there in front of her. Her hands moved around to the backs of his thighs, sliding over his butt and grabbing the elastic waistband of his briefs. “Are you ready?”

Oh, he was ready all right. But he wasn’t so sure he was ready for what she wanted.

Dammit, who was he kidding? He was a man. He wanted it. Wanted every last thing she could think of doing to him.

And he wanted it now.

“Do it.”

That was all it took. She dragged his underwear down in one quick tug, her nails scraping over his butt in a sensual move that set all his nerve endings on high alert.

He bobbed free, inches from her face. Her thumbs brushed along the outsides of his legs as her hands curled around the backs of his thighs, holding him in place. Then she leaned forward without hesitation, her mouth engulfing him in a hot, wet rush that made him grunt with ecstasy.

She remained like that for several seconds, completely still, her eyes closed, nostrils flaring as if the sensation was heavenly.

Hell, lady, you should be standing in my shoes.

He struggled like a wild man to contain the warning tingle, using every bit of ammunition in his bag of tricks to keep from erupting right then and there. Tangling his hand in her hair, he dragged her backward until he popped free. “Damn, woman. You’re going to get more than you bargained for if you keep that up.”

She laughed. “Haven’t I told