Page 165 of Wildest Dreams

“What do you think it means?” she whispers, fingers tugging at my hair as I slide my tongue down the cup of her bra. I groan like an animal, gently licking at her peak. I grip my sac with my free hand and get lost in the feel of her as I suck her lovingly into my mouth.

You’ll have to come and get me.

I murmur her words back to myself, trying to make sense of them, trying to figure out what she could possibly mean–

My head snaps up, eyes burning as they shoot straight to hers.

Oh Jesus. I know exactly what she’s saying.

“No,” I order, eyes flicking to her hand on the door handle. “Ash, baby, I’m way too turned on for games right now.”

Eyes on mine, she clicks the door open, biting back her smile. I glance out of the door and pull myself upright so that I’m towering over her.

The rain sounds like a downpour, hammering relentlessly against the silver surface of the lake. I drop my gaze back down to Aisling, catching her adorable baby dimples as she giggles. I let myself take in her sun-kissed skin, her baby pink bra, her fitted denim jeans that are going to look even more sexy when they’re speckled with rain.

Then I flick my eyes back to hers as I push my hair off my forehead.

I clear my throat, my voice like gravel.

“You want me to chase you?” I ask gruffly, already knowing the answer as she scooches another inch backwards.

She gives me a naughty smile. “Only if you think that you can catch me.”

I huff out a pained laugh, watching as she slides one leg out onto the passenger-side step.

“Baby,” I rasp, gripping my cock in my fist. “I’m barely gonna be able to walk, let alone run with this thing.”

She slips her other sandal onto the step, slow-sliding off her seat until she suddenly jumps down onto the dirt. And yeah, I was right: she looks hot as fuck getting showered in rain while she’s half naked.

“Sounds like an excuse to me,” she purrs, palms flat on her seat as she leans inside. Squeezing her tits together to drive me wild. Little fucking tease.

“Ash,” I pant, releasing my cock with a choked sound. “No games right now, baby. Get back in the car.”

She slips her fingers into the tight front pocket of her jeans and my chest heaves up and down as I watch her. After a moment of rubbing she finally frees her hand, holding up a key.

The key to the lake house.

And then she’s off.

My head smacks loudly off the roof of my car as I pull back from over the centre console and I curse like a trucker as I watch her sprint alongside the lake. She tosses a grin at me over her shoulder as I try to wrangle my boxer briefs back over my cock.

I’m groaning in fucking agony as I finally shove my jeans up my quads, eyes on the vixen trying to ram her key in the lock as I grab our shirts from the back of the G-wagon.

I lean over the shift to slam her door closed before swinging mine open, and I hear her squeal with excitement as she manages to push the front of the lake house open.

“Ash,” I bark, smacking my door shut as I watch her kick off her sandals and run into the house. I keep our shirts under one of my biceps and grip my other fist over my groin, steeling my jaw as I jog up the porch steps because I’ve never been this hard in my life.

I yank off my boots and socks, and then kick the door open, storming into the rich lake house foyer as rainwater streams down my chest.

I swipe at the water with one of my palms and use the other to toss our shirts into the kitchen.

The second that I lock my eyes on her – standing very fucking precariously on the back of one of the couches – she shot-puts her rolled-up jeans straight at my chest. I grunt as I catch them, the rain-heavy denim smacking hard against my jaw and my pecs, and I throw them in the same direction as our shirts, eyes raking her up and down.

Now she’s left in nothing but her baby pink bra and a pair of matching panties – panties that look way too familiar – and she’s smiling at me all cute and coy as she pushes her curls from her face, sparkling raindrops cascading down her shoulders.

“Get down from there, Ash, right the fuck now.”

“From here?” she asks, sweet and taunting. She does a little twirl that has my heart lurching up my throat.

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