“Oh yeah.”

“What are you doing here, Summer Grace?”

There was just enough light coming in through the window of the Rae’s family room for him to see she was wearing that skimpy outfit she called pajamas, but was really nothing more than a midriff-baring tank top and tiny cotton knit shorts. He could see her nipples under the thin fabric of the top. The sweet floral print did nothing to make it any more innocent-looking. His dick jumped.

She crawled onto the couch, straddling his body. He was too stunned to do anything but lie perfectly still. Could she feel his erection through the cotton sheet covering him?

“I came to see you,” she whispered. “I came to see all of you.”

She slowly pulled the sheet down, already the temptress at fourteen years old.

Fuck. Fourteen years old!

He grabbed at her hand as the sheet came down and revealed his tented boxers.

“Goddamn it, Summer Grace.”

He yanked the sheet back up.

She leaned down until her mouth was mere inches from the rise under the sheet.

“Come on, Jamie. Let me see it. Let me kiss it.” She batted her baby blues at him. “I know how.”

Fourteen. Fuck.

“Go away. You have to go. Go!”

She wasn’t going now. He wasn’t about to tell her to. And he wasn’t going to jerk himself off tonight to the image of her hard nipples under that floral top the way he had for too many years. No, now he was going to come with her. Inside her.

Yes.

“Enough, sugar. And tell me you have a condom in here somewhere.”

She licked her lips. Sexy as hell. Why had he waited so many years? “Of course I do.”

She turned and rolled over onto her stomach, and he watched the curve of her perfect little heart-shaped ass as she reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small foil packet. Instead of handing it to him she tore at it with her teeth, making him smile. Oh, he liked this girl. Every bit the sex kitten he’d always known she was, and yet more, somehow.

She took the condom out as he kicked his way out of his black boots, then his jeans, climbing onto the bed, one knee on either side of her hips.

“Put it on me,” he instructed her.

She slipped the latex down over his hard shaft, and he had to bite back a groan at her touch. He warned himself one more time before he was inside her.

Control.

But as soon as she lay back and opened her sweet thighs for him, her naked little pussy glistening with need and come, as wanton as any woman he’d ever seen and twice as beautiful, he almost lost it. He had to bite the inside of his lip, to take a breath to center himself. And he pressed one hand down hard on her shoulder, exerting his command over her so that he would know it as much as she did. He touched the tip of his cock to her opening, and she smiled, her eyes gleaming. One small tilt of his hips and he was in.

She gasped, but she never took her gaze from his. And even in that moment when he thought all he’d be considering was finally being inside her body, the ecstasy burning like a fuse up his spine, something in him broke open. Let go. She felt it, too—he saw it in the way her pupils went wide, in the parting of her lips, the look of awe on her lovely face. And in that moment something shifted. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he’d lied to himself about why he’d come here. It wasn’t about settling some kind of old debt of mutual lust. It was her.

Summer Grace.

He was fucked.

But there she was beneath him, all big blue eyes and plush pink lips. He laid a hand between her breasts, felt her erratic heartbeat. Her small fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding him there.

“Jamie . . .”

“What is it, sugar?”

“I need you,” she whispered.

He shook his head. He couldn’t figure it all out now. Not with her naked body twined around his. He’d think later. He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t feel anything but this. Her.

“I’m here, sugar girl,” he murmured, capturing her hand in his and raising it over her head as he slid deeper into her.

Then it was all sighs and moans, desire met by the rapture of touch and response. Building, coiling. Inside she was like satin, tight and smooth, surrounding his flesh. He pushed into her, slid out easy as silk, she was so damn wet. Her other hand came up, grasping his wrist, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful than her pleasure-torn face, her arms over her head, entrapped by sensation, as lost in it as he was.

With his other hand he brought both her knees up and together until they were pinned between his chest and hers, and he pressed her down with his body. He needed to command her completely, to make her entirely his. Surging in and out of her, slow and rhythmically, then hard and fast, then slow and steady again, desire spiraled impossibly. She was panting, moaning, whispering his name. He swore he could feel every detail of her body: the velvet texture inside her dragging at his rigid cock, her baby-smooth skin all over. He’d never seen anything as exquisite as Summer Grace’s face, those feline blue eyes as he thrust, pleasure shimmering into his body until he was gasping, biting back his climax.

“Come for me, sugar,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Come on, now.”

“Ah, God, Jamie. You feel so damn good,” she panted. “I can’t . . . I can’t believe how good you feel. How you fill me up.”

“Then come again, sweetheart. I want to feel you like a fist around me. I want to feel your need, your clenching. Come, my girl.”

“Oh.” Her voice trembled. Her body trembled. And then her sweet pussy clenched, over and over. Tightening around him like a glove. Like the purest pleasure he’d ever known.

“Ah, yes, sugar girl. Yes, yes, yes . . .”

He shivered as the first wave of orgasm slammed into him and shook him to the core. The last thing he saw before sensation blinded him was her face. The flush of her climax on her cheeks. Pleasure like a thousand glittering stars in her eyes. Beauty like he’d never seen before in his life. Then the world went black as he shuddered and groaned.

“Ah, Christ, my baby girl. Yes!” He could barely breathe, sensation making his gut clench, his balls, his brain. He pulled in a gasping breath, muttered, “Oh yeah. Yes, sweetheart. So good. You feel like fucking heaven, I swear it. So good.”

He let her legs go and gathered her in his arms, holding her tight, crushing her small body to his. She was squirming a little, just flexing her hands on his back, her nails digging in. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was whatever was buzzing though his system. Inside his chest. He didn’t know what it was. Didn’t understand. Didn’t matter. She was there with him. His Summer Grace.

Finally he realized she really was squirming, and her gasping had switched from panting breath to what he thought were small sobs.

He pulled back to look at her. Sure enough there were tears pooling in her eyes.

“Fuck. Did I hurt you, sweetheart? Injure you? I was holding you so tight.”

She sniffed, pushed at his chest. “It’s not that, Goddamn it, Jamie.”

“What, then?”

“It’s this. Us. I don’t know why I thought I could do this. All these years of wanting you and you rejecting me. And now you come to my house and take me to bed and it was fucking amazing!”

“I . . . may still be mostly brainless from the best orgasm of my life, sugar girl, but I’m not understanding what the problem is.”

Yet some part of him did. This was fucking dangerous, if she was feeling anything like he was. Things he wasn’t ready to look at too closely. He wasn’t ready to let her go. Fucking amazing was right.

“God, men are so dense.” She pushed at his chest again, trying to get out from under him, but he wasn’t having it.