Page 173 of Wildest Dreams

Aisling’s eyes are sparkling and rimmed with the longest black lashes – even from here I can see the unbelievable contrast between the golden shade of her skin and the stunning hue of her irises.

With her eyes on mine, I rip my shirt off over my head.

She blinks quickly up at me, suddenly a little less interested in the game of football than she was ten seconds ago, and I flick open the button on my jeans before shoving the denim down my quads.

Her eyes go wide as she watches me stand on the shoreline in nothing but my boxer briefs, and I almost smirk at how nervous she looks, obviously forgetting the fact that all of the guys here are accustomed to getting naked in a locker room.

Standing out here in my underwear comes pretty natural to me.

She blinks fast, fiddling with her cap, and I hit her with a wink before grabbing my shorts and tugging them on.

I’m trudging into the lake before she’s taken her eyes off my crotch.

“Hey,” I say, smirking as she wades backwards, enticing me closer. I give her a once-over and murmur, “I fuckin’ love this colour on you.”

She turns around slightly, glancing over her shoulder and then back to me. Her teeth are biting into her bottom lip as she tries to tell me with her eyesstop flirting with me, asshole, or everyone will see.

My chest heaves impatiently, not exactly pleased at having to hold back with her on the most beautiful evening that’s ever existed – especially when she’s soaking wet and wearing an outfit that I’m pretty sure she chose for me.

I shove both of my hands through my hair, pushing it backwards, letting the clear lake water stream down my neck and chest.

I give her a subtle shake of my head, telling her that I don’t want to hold back with her in front of everyone anymore – but, if that’s what she wants, I’ll continue going along with it.

Even if I’m not damn pleased about it.

Austin tosses the ball to Caden, who holds Winter higher in his arms so that she can reach for it, and then Winter hurls it over to Fallon, who jumps as high as she can on Hunter’s back, squeals, and then screams her lungs out as the momentum of the ball tips her backwards.

Hunter’s forearm whips around behind him, steadying Fallon from a fall, before re-locking his palms around her thighs and hauling her back into place.

“You good?” he pants gruffly, turning his head slightly to check on her. She wraps her arms around his throat, practically burying his face in her rack, and Hunter grunts quietly, his neck turning crimson.

“I’m good,” Fallon whispers back to him, pressing a grateful kiss to his cheekbone.

Hunter’s chest starts pumping up and down, and he just nods, no longer capable of speech.

Fallon scopes out the positions of the guys in the water and hauls the ball back to Austin, who is immediately laughing as he grabs it and shoves his elbow into Logan’s gut.

I drop my eyes back down to Aisling as we wade closer to our friends. When the water finally reaches the bottom of her ribcage she lifts her chin and turns around, pulling her hair down over her shoulder.

I stumble over a rocky patch, lurching forward an extra inch as my gaze locks in on what Aisling is showing me.

Not only is her swimsuit khaki. It’s also fuckingbackless.

So with her dripping hair now pulled around to her front, her entire flawless back is exposed to me. Every inch of golden skin, every dip and curve – it’s all right there, wet and ready to be touched.

“Ash,” I rumble quietly, hands finding her perfect waist beneath the lake’s sparkling surface and squeezing her roughly as I press myself up behind her.

She slaps at one of my hands, light enough that I know she doesn’t really want me to pull away.

“You’re not allowed to touch me in front of everyone,” she whispers, and I can’t help but grin, hunching low so that my chin presses into her shoulder.

“I’m not allowed to touch my girlfriend in front of everyone?” I ask her, my voice deep and amused. “You wore a goddamnbackless swimsuit for me, baby. How in the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?”

She stomps on my foot and I try to restrain my smirk.

“Try.”

“I am trying,” I laugh.

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