“I’m not.” Mom raises her hands innocently. “And it’s nothing. Just something to relax you. I’m so sorry, dear. It’s got a very mild calming effect. That’s all.”

Summer leans one hand against the wall. “I’d better get home. I’m feeling a little strange.”

“I’ll walk you,” I say, approaching Summer cautiously.

She pats my chest with one hand. “Thanks, Lo-Lo.”

Lo-Lo?

I give my Mom a hard look. “We’d better go.”

Mom touches her neck. “It’s fine. I’m sure everything will be fine.” She leans closer to me and whispers, “Keep me posted.”

Summer leans on me as we walk, pointing out the brightest stars, a spooky shadow, and a pine tree that she insists looks like an upside-down orca.

Shit, this is not good.

Once we reach her cabin, I add wood to the fire, and Summer immediately starts shedding her clothes. First the boots, then her jacket, then her sweater, all of which she leaves in a pile on the floor.

My heart hammers erratically as I follow her through the room, collecting the stray articles of clothing.

“Is it hot in here?”

“No,” I say quickly, tugging her tank top back into place but not before catching a glimpse of a black bra that makes my pulse rate spike. “Summer. Stop. You need to keep your clothes on. It’s cold tonight.”

She smiles at me and touches her index finger to my nose. “Oh, Logan. Stop worrying so much.”

I capture her wrist in my hand. “Summer.” I give her a firm look. “Keep your clothes on, okay?”

When she nods, I release her wrist, but my reprieve doesn’t last long. Humming to herself, she begins rubbing her hands over my chest. A bolt of pleasure zaps through me because it’s been a long time since someone’s touched me like this.

“You feel so good. So hard all over. Can I just pet you?” she says, and this makes her laugh.

Hell, even I chuckle. “I’m not a dog.”

“You’d be a really cute dog.” She grins. “Like one of those fluffy designer breeds, maybe?”

“Come sit down.” I tug her toward the couch.

But once there, I realize my mistake. Summer is like an octopus, all hands. She climbs into my lap, straddling me, and her hands roam, petting my chest and pushing into my hair. Then she begins kissing my neck.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Summer, you need to stop.” I grip her shoulders and meet her eyes.

But then she leans forward and captures my mouth in a hot kiss, and I’m powerless to do anything but give in and kiss her back. Her eager tongue touches mine, and I get hot all over.