I stand, lifting Summer with me, and set her on her feet. Stopping this is the only choice. No matter how good kissing her feels, I know it can’t happen like this.

“We can’t. Okay?” My tone is stern.

I expect her to nod in agreement or tell me she understands. Instead, she pushes her right hand inside the waistband of my jeans and slides it down into my briefs.

Jesus.

“Um, your hand is definitely in my pants.”

“Mm-hmm,” she purrs.

“And now you’re touching my dick.”

“Oh. It feels nice.”

“Yeah,” I choke out.

She moans. “Big. Hard. Stiff . . .”

Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I tug her hand free from my pants. “That’s enough, Summer. You can’t. We can’t.”

No matter how much I might want to.

Looking up at me through her lashes, Summer pouts. “Not even just this once? I mean, you’re all alone out here, and I’m all alone. We’re both single. And you’re sexy as hell . . .”

“You think I’m sexy?” I lift one eyebrow. Her honesty is arousing.

“Uh, yeah. From the first time I saw you when I watched one of your clips, then it was confirmed when I got here. Tall. Muscular. Cute face. You even have all your teeth, and for a hockey player, that’s impressive.”

I bite back a smile, but Summer’s not done yet.

“Your family are all attractive too . . . good stock. But not your grandpa. I mean, for an older man, he’s not unattractive or anything, but . . .”

I chuckle, stopping her with a hand on her cheek. I think she’s trying to tell me she thinks my brothers and I are attractive, but I think I’ll save her the embarrassment. “Summer.”

“I’m babbling, aren’t I?”

“Just a little.” I smile. “You’ll feel normal in an hour or two. And I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret, okay?”

She nods once, meeting my eyes.

“Let me tuck you into bed.”

Thankfully, Summer doesn’t fight me on this. But she does shimmy out of her jeans and into a pair of flannel pants right in the center of the room, so I turn and give her some privacy. Once she’s climbed in under the blankets, I tuck them in around her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, gazing down at her.

She nods, already looking drowsy.

“Text me if you need me.”

“Like for sex?” she says around a yawn.

“Anything but that.” The words are physically painful leaving my mouth.

She rolls her eyes. “Party pooper.”

I chuckle and tell her good night. And then I head next door to my own cabin.