A Man for the Summer by Ruby Laska Read Free Book Online

he’d never seen before. A bureau held a collection of beer steins; on the wall hung a dozen or so photographs of a motley assortment of smiling people, at least half of them red-heads.
    It wasn’t a little girl’s room any longer. And it was unmistakably all Junior.
    “I like it,” he said simply.
    “Good.”
    Junior held his hand and walked slowly backwards, her steps sure and nimble on the smooth wooden floor. When she bumped against the bed she sat gracefully down and then pulled him down beside her.
    He landed with less grace. The room. The bed. Her perfume. It was all he could do to keep from rolling on top of her and taking her, he wanted her so badly.
    No. This night was for Junior.
    He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, and she met his lips eagerly. She twined her hands around his neck and hooked a leg between his, and before he could catch his balance, he found himself somehow on his back.
    Junior rolled on top of him and fit herself against him, and it was a good fit, a very, very good fit.
    Except for one thing.
    “Junior—” he grunted, easing a hand down to lift her away from his erection. “I’m sorry, I can’t really help it—”
    She pushed his hand away impatiently and replaced it with her own, and Griff nearly lost control when he felt her settle her fingers on him.
    And squeeze.
    “Nice,” she said, admiration in her voice.
    Geez, she was like a kid in a candy store, checking him out. Her fingers explored, gently caressing, and Griff fought to stay focused.
    “Thanks,” he mumbled. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I thought I could…touch you…slowly of course…”
    He managed to maneuver himself safely out of the way of her explorations. Junior obligingly allowed Griff to switch places with her, stretching luxuriously in the rumpled bed linens. For good measure Griff grabbed her hands and held them up above her head, out of the way of trouble.
    He looked down at her, and the moonlight played over her skin prettily, dusting sparkles along her arms, her throat.
    He tentatively placed a palm over her breast, felt her nipple harden in response. Gently he eased a thumb in a slow arc. She arched against him and moaned deep in her throat. He experimented with his touch, slower, softer, faster, and she matched him with delicious murmured responses.
    Griff caught his breath. She was amazing, incredibly sensitive, and unafraid to give herself up to pleasure. Not many woman responded like that. It was his dream come true, and Griff had to have more.
    “I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice hoarse, “your breasts. Let me help you take off your top.”
    But she beat him to it. In one smooth yank she had the stretchy white fabric over her head, and flung it across the room.
    So much for asking permission. Griff bent to taste her, and as his tongue laved circles at her nipple, she laced her fingers in his hair and guided him.
    “Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned. “Like that. Uh huh. More.”
    Her running commentary was turning him on beyond belief, but at the same time questions nagged at him. Junior knew what she liked, and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it, but where had she gotten all that experience? Griff decided she must have made her way around the bases pretty damn often for never having scored a home run.
    The high school metaphor flashed through his mind, trailing shame. He was pawing at her just like a kid in the back seat of his father’s car. Griff choked back his desire with a groan. Slow down . He forced himself to concentrate on her face, her heavy-lidded eyes clouded with desire, her lips parted slightly as her breathing quickened.
    “Don’t stop now,” she whispered.
    Before he could fully enjoy her sweet, hot words she slid her legs apart and eased his torso between, rubbing against him in tempo with his attentions.
    “Your turn,” she murmured, tugging his shirt out of his waistband. “Fair’s fair.”
    And things got away from him. He meant to pause, to