Free Slow Summer Kisses by Shannon Stacey

himself for the feel of her sweet body enveloping him, when Anna put her hands on his hips and stopped him.
    “Promise me you won’t ever throw my phone in the lake.”
    It took a few seconds for her words to make sense to his sex-addled brain. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
    She rolled her hips, sliding against him while her hands still held him still. “Promise me you won’t ever damage my phone or I’ll get up and walk away.”
    She would, too, just to be a pain in his ass. “I promise I won’t hurt your stupid phone.”
    When she moved her hands, he slid into her with one long, hard thrust. A few more and she was arching under him, her fingernails raking his back.
    He groaned as he came and dug his fingers into her hips, holding her close to him, before collapsing on top of her. Trying to catch his breath, he enjoyed the warm feel of her body under his until she nudged him off to one side. She probably wanted to breathe, too.
    Her phone, from the pocket of his shorts, blared out “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” making them both jump.
    “That’s Gram, so be quiet,” she said, stretching her arm out enough to snag his shorts by the hem and drag them closer.
    He cursed and tried to stop her. “I should throw that—”
    “You promised,” she said. Just before she hit the button to answer the call, she flashed him a smile. “I told you it was an ingenious plan.”
    * * *
    The refrigerator door was getting awfully bare. Anna stood in front of it, looking at the growing number of magnets that had nothing to hold up and fighting off the familiar silent panic. The to-do lists had dwindled down to a few items that could be summed up as three words. Get a job.
    She’d never expected to stay at Askaskwi Lake for a month. A week, maybe two at the most, and then she’d step back into the professional world. She’d keep it a little simpler this time around, like renting a much smaller apartment, and put less stress on herself. That was the plan, anyway.
    Instead, here she still was, running out of things to do to keep her mind off the fact she’d only gotten two calls and neither of them had progressed past a telephone interview. She’d painted everything that could be painted. The containers were overflowing with gorgeous blooms that only required watering and a few minutes of attention each day. Digging into an interior redecoration appealed to her but, besides being outside her skill set, it wasn’t her camp to redecorate.
    The low, constant drone of a lawnmower ceased and Anna forced herself to shake off the anxiety. Her blood pressure was in a more healthy range, her stomach didn’t feel like it was being eaten alive by acid, and she was having orgasms on a fairly regular basis. Why ruin that by stressing over things she couldn’t control?
    When the lawnmower didn’t start up again, Anna hurried through the house and out to the back deck, just in time to see Cam walking down the dock in his boxer briefs. They were navy blue this time, and the tantalizing view wasn’t in any way diminished by knowing what that thin cotton concealed. On the contrary, she had an even greater appreciation for those lean muscles.
    After he surfaced, Cam looked her way and then waved her down. She held up a finger, then rushed inside to get into her swimsuit. Her beach towel was draped over the deck railing and she grabbed it on her way out.
    When she reached the end of the dock, Cam lifted himself enough to prop his forearms on the wood and shook his head. “Do you like wasting time and doing laundry?”
    “I’m not stripping down to my underwear outside, Cam. And swimsuits are for swimming.”
    Cam dropped back into the water to get out of the way as Anna executed a shallow dive into the lake, pushing off with her toes for distance the way Cam had taught her when they were kids. They swam for a while, splashing each other and stealing a few kisses, then hauled themselves onto the dock and flopped down.
    When he reached