Chapter 64

It was time to bite the bullet. Summer dragged in a deep breath. "In my room. It's kind of designed for kids, but with three of the others married now, I got last pick." Except for poor Sam, who would be stuck up in the overhead loft on a sleeping bag. At least her room had a full-sized bed, even if it also had a pink canopy and a shelf full of kids' books and toys. If the family grew any larger, they'd have to start renting two houses for their summer vacations.
"You sure?" His voice dropped to a husky rumble, and all thoughts of canopies and children's books disappeared from Summer's mind.
She looked up at him and smiled. Who did she think she was fooling? She'd known from the moment he appeared on her beach that they'd end up in the same bed sooner rather than later. "I'm sure. It's the one at the far end of the hallway."
Suitcase in hand, he motioned for her to lead the way. Once inside the tiny bedroom, he laughed. "You weren't kidding, were you? I'm going to hang over three, if not all four sides of that bed." He didn't say a word about the décor, but his lips continued to twitch.
"Well, it's that or the floor upstairs, once everyone else shows up." It hadn't occurred to her that they could use the master bedroom until her family arrived on Tuesday. Duh! "But for the next couple nights, we could go across the hall."
"If it wouldn't feel too weird to you, that might be a better idea."
Summer shook her head. "If it were my folks' bedroom in their house, that might feel weird. This is a rental, and who knows how many people slept in that bed. We can change the sheets and everything before they get here." She stepped into the master bedroom, which had warm, honey-colored wicker furnishings, and a wrought iron queen-sized bed covered in a cream comforter. A big palm-frond ceiling fan dominated the ceiling.
"Much better." He set down his suitcase and took Summer's hands. "Do you have your heart set on swimming right now?"
She shook her head, meeting his gaze and wallowing in the heated intensity of it. "Later." Her lips felt parched, so she flicked out her tongue to moisten them.
Matt groaned. He used their joined hands to pull her flush against his warm body.
Then, finally, his lips crushed down on hers.
Yes! This was what she'd waited for, what she needed. He smelled of sweaty male with a hint of sunscreen and a slightly citrusy deodorant. The muscles of his back were strong and sculpted though it was lean muscle rather than broad. She let her hands slide up under his T-shirt, loving the silky feel of his skin, ignoring the ridges of scar tissue.
Matt's tongue plundered her mouth, searching out every hidden spot - and a few she hadn't known existed. Summer gripped his shoulders and kissed him back, putting all her pent-up longing into the slide of lips and tongues. His fingers speared through her hair, sliding it out of its ponytail and combing it down her back. When he found the fastening of her sturdy halter top at her neck, he swiftly undid the buttons and leaned back enough that the front triangles of fabric with their built-in support could fall to her waist.
"Oh hell, sugar." He filled both hands with her heavy, swollen breasts. "You are so much more beautiful in the flesh."
Temporarily distracted by the feel of his clever fingers shaping and exploring her curves, Summer leaned back - and accidentally fell onto the bed. Caught off-guard, Matt tumbled too, landing on top of her.
"You okay?" His dark-blue eyes twinkled.
"Yeah," she squeaked.
Matt shifted up onto one arm so she could breathe.
Summer wiggled farther onto the bed. "Might be better if we pulled the covers back though."
Matt stood and held out a hand to help her up. "Easier to get your clothes off up here anyway."
With the hand not holding Summer's, he pulled back the comforter and top sheet, all the way to the foot of the bed. Next, he pulled a couple foil packets from the front pocket of his shorts and set them on the nightstand.
"We'll have to go get the box from the kitchen at some point," he said.
Summer giggled again. What was it about Matt that made her feel positively giddy? "By that point we'll probably want something to drink anyhow." She tugged the hem of his T-shirt, and he obligingly pulled it over his head.
Now it was her turn to stare and lick her lips. Scars or no scars, the man was gorgeous. Based on the size of the bulge pressing against the fly of his shorts, he was well built all over. She reached around and unfastened the waist of her shirt, letting the garment fall to the floor. "There. Now we're even."
They'd both dropped their sandals and sunglasses by the front door, so all that was left was their shorts. Summer took a deep breath and undid the button and zipper on hers.
Matt followed suit. "On three?" His teasing smile melted her heart.
Summer grinned back. "One."
"Two." Matt tucked his thumbs into his waistband, making it obvious his boxers were dropping along with his khakis.
Summer did likewise. She took a deep breath, loving the way the rising of her chest made his eyes darken. "Three."
Both of them shoved shorts and underwear to the floor.
Matt's gaze smoldered as he studied Summer's nude form. She resisted the urge to cover anything with her hands. How long since she'd had a wax? Six months? A year? She hoped he didn't mind her au naturel.
"You're exactly as I imagined," he said huskily. "I bet you even have that little star-shaped birthmark on your butt I remember so well."
She nodded. Her sister had teased her about it their whole lives. "And you - damn, Matt. I can't believe that you're everything I dreamed about." While the thick cock curving up toward his waist wasn't freakish or anything, it was still impressive. She had absolutely no doubts, though, about his ability to fit perfectly inside her.
Destiny wouldn't be that cruel.