Page 602 of Summer Heat
I barely even register that he’s carrying me to my bed until I feel the soft mattress underneath me.
My eyelids are heavy as I blink up at him slowly. He’s kissing his way gently up my body as he climbs over me, his intense green eyes watching me intently. “You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks as he gently rocks his erection against my core.
Oh. It’s finally time. That’s what all this was for. I feel my heart swell in my chest in belated understanding. I nod then and hold onto his biceps as he positions himself at my entrance and begins rubbing the head of his cock gently against my clit.
Suddenly, he stops with a harsh, heartfelt curse. “Damn it. I forgot to grab some condoms.” He actually looks surprised by that fact.
I’m admittedly only half listening. Because he’s still rubbing my clit with the hot, hard head of his cock.
“Shit, Summer, you’re soaking my dick.” He shifts and starts sliding the entire length of his shaft against me now, drenching him from base to tip. With a groan, he stops himself again. “I should really go get a condom.”
He really doesn’t sound like he wants to. And to be honest, the thought of him leaving in the middle of this to go get a condom seems highly unnecessary. “I am on the pill,” I inform him then. “We don’t have to use one, unless you want to.”
He stills.
But even though his eyes are glazing over with hunger, his expression looks…conflicted.
I’m puzzled. I’d always heard that it feels better for guys without a condom.
“Taking you bareback...” His cock pulses between my legs. But again, his eyes cloud with doubt, as if he’s struggling with the entire notion. “It’s just…I’ve never not used a condom before.”
And that’s when it all clicks together. Of course he hasn’t. What billionaire would have sex with someone without a condom? Have I learned nothing from my own birth?
The reminder that I was my mother’s failed attempt at a get-rich blackmailing scheme is a sobering splash of ice cold water. I sit up immediately and cover myself with the blankets. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I say, embarrassed. “I’ll wait while you get the condoms.”
A look of concern crosses his features. “What just happened?” He cups my cheek. “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?”
There’s no way I can tell him. Of all the things my mother has made me ashamed of throughout our lives, her getting knocked up with me to try and squeeze some money from some random rich guy tops the list.
Most kids simply get yelled at when they annoy their parents. Me? I got punished with the truth behind my conception.
And the older I got, the more detailed she got. She made sure I knew that she’d never actually wanted me, that I should be grateful that she kept me even when the man who’d thought she was on contraceptives—because she’d told him she was—refused to pay more than a measly ten grand to make us both go away.
I hate that the whole thing has the power to affect me still.
“Talk to me, Summer.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shoving back the tears. “I ruined the mood just now, didn’t I?”
“Forget about that.” He gathers me in his arms and cuddles me close. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Strangely, I do. But…not now. Not like this. “Another time, I promise.”
He nods and just continues to hold me.
“I’m sorry I got all caught up in my head,” I say, frowning, wholly upset at myself for screwing up our perfect night so badly.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry. For forgetting the condoms. Seems like that was the trigger.” Stroking his hand down my back, he adds quietly, “For what it’s worth, I didn’t mean anything by the condom thing. I wasn’t hesitating because…”
“Because you didn’t trust I was telling the truth about being on the pill?” I finish for him.
He sighs. “I swear, that thought never crossed my mind. Not with you.”
“But it’s a reality you have to be careful of, right?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
I slip my hand into his and rest my head against his chest. “People suck sometimes.”
