But when my tongue sweeps inside her mouth, she doesn’t taste like any of those things. She tastes like summer. Sunshine, lazy days, carefree nights, endless possibilities—things that I’d have sworn only moments ago don’t even have a taste.

Slow unsure kisses turn long and deep and somehow, she ends up on my lap. I can’t remember if I put her there or if she climbed on top of me, but now that she’s here, I’ve got both hands tight around her waist to keep her in place.

It doesn’t seem like she’s going anywhere, though. Her hands thread through my hair and then slide down my back. I let her make the first move to naked town. She lifts my shirt over my head, and those green eyes roam over my chest and abs with blatant appreciation.

When her mouth finds mine again, it’s with a desperate moan that has me wondering if maybe we should have taken this back to my place where we’d have more privacy. Hell, maybe she wants to get caught. I worry about it for all of three seconds until she presses her chest against mine and I can feel her nipples poking through her dress.

I need to taste them. I have to know if they taste like summer, too. I ask her, and she laughs and then shocks me a little when she stands and unzips her dress. It falls to the floor, and she’s standing in front of me naked except for the smallest red panties imaginable.

“No need to guess. Find out for yourself.”

So I do.

I kiss every inch of her, starting with her lips. Sunshine.

Working my way down her neck, my lips caress her collarbone and then dip lower to taste one pink nipple. Lazy days.

I give the other the same attention and then kiss down her stomach. Carefree nights.

She quivers and moans as I nip at her hipbones. Endless possibilities.

And when my tongue finally licks up her pussy, it tastes exactly like summer, but something else, too. It tastes like new beginnings.

6

NATHAN

“Oh, my God.”

I open my eyes and find Chloe, still as stunning as the night before but her face twisted into an expression of horror, peering down at me. She’s clutching her dress in both hands, holding it in front of her gorgeous body. Her very naked gorgeous body.

“Already saw what’s underneath,” I tell her, voice gravelly from too many drinks last night.

“Oh, my God,” she repeats and grabs a pillow from the couch and tosses it at my dick. “You have to get dressed and go.”

I stand and run a hand through my hair, trying to get my bearings. “Everything alright?”