Page 84 of Faking it For Summer

“What are you doing, Luke?”

“I’m doing what any man who’s just had a beautiful woman grinding on him would do,” I say through gritted teeth, my voice a whisper.

“I wasn’t grinding on you. I was?—”

“You were what?”

I see her breasts hanging through the V of her T-shirt.

“I … was … just—” she stutters as I run my fingers up the small of her back and then around to the front and squeeze her breasts.

“Luke, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I groan and gently rub my thumb against her nipple.

She gasps and places her hand right against my hardness. She shifts back and forth slowly with subtle movements, but I know she’s feeling something because I am as well. My cock grows thicker between her legs.

“Mia, you’re playing with fire,” I admonish.

“Would that be so bad?” She lets her hair hang down across my chest and across my face. She leans down and gives me a peck on the cheek, then a peck on the lips.

“I think we don’t want to go down this road without fully understanding where it could lead,” I say, gazing at her.

“What’s wrong with—” she whispers.

I grab her and push her down to the side of me.

“Mia—”

We’re both panting.

“Yes, Luke.”

“I think we should go to sleep.”

“What if I’m not ready for sleep?”

“I think you’re ready,” I say.

“What if I’m not?” She reaches over, touches my abdomen, and runs her fingers along the length of my cock.

“Mia,” I gasp.

“Yes, Luke.”

“Fire.”

“Fire’s burning, huh?”

I grab her hand and pull it away from me. “Mia, once we go down this road, we can’t stop it.”

“Who says I want to stop it?”

I run my thumb against her bottom lip gently. She bites it and then giggles.

“I’m not playing.”

I roll over, grab the bottom of her T-shirt, and yank it up after she gives me a sexy little pout. She gawks at me in surprise, and I grin down at her like a hungry wolf.