Page 66 of Wildest Dreams

“Can’t we just enjoy the moment?” she purrs as she rubs her lower abdomen against my belt buckle. My eyes roll back in my head as she applies the perfect pressure to the thick ridge down there.

“Y-you’ll enjoy plenty of moments with me, I swear.” I swallow. “Maybe on this bed. Just have to wait ’til you’re sober.”

Then I grit my teeth and growl as she slowly rakes her nail down one of my nipples.

“Goddamn, Aisling,” I pant. “You tryna scratch that thing off or something?”

She presses a gentle apologetic kiss over my erect fucking nipple.

“Sorry,” I quickly tell her, instantly backtracking so that she won’t have that embarrassed look in her eyes. “Didn’t mean to say it like that.” I pull her hand back up to my pec, giving her the green light. “Be as rough as you want, I can take it.”

It’s too dark to make out the finer details, the only light coming from the moon gently streaming in through the side window, but I don’t need a light on to feel what she’s doing to me. Aisling pushes up the tight cotton of my shirt, letting the bulk of my pecs hold the fabric just beneath my throat, and the next thing that I feel is her warm tongue flicking my nipple.

I gasp and hold her harder, while she looks up at me from under her lashes.

Then she wraps her lips around my nipple and sucks it into her mouth, hard.

My mind goes blank and I involuntarily walk her backwards, until her shoulders hit the wall at the foot of the bed.

“Whaaaat the fuck,” I whisper, neck arched back as Aisling – the fucking Captain of Carter U’s elite cheer squad– sucks at mynipple, her nails digging hard into the muscles of my back and making me groan at how good that feels.

I’m confused as hell and turned the fuck on. She looks up at me without blinking and then bites her teeth into it.

A rough sound rumbles up my throat as I leak inside my boxer briefs, leaning a forearm on the wall above Aisling’s head and watching through heavy lids as she kisses and sucks at me.

I keep her in place with my palms, not wanting the pain to end.

“Aisling,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good. How does that feel so fucking good?”

She bites into me, really fucking hard this time, and I grunt like a beast as she keeps her eyes on mine.

After a painstaking few seconds she finally releases me, and I automatically move my hand to adoringly cup her jaw, bringing her face up to mine as I lean down and tower over her.

She keeps her hands on the large muscles of my chest, feeling how heavily she’s got them pumping as I rub our foreheads together.

“Aisling,” I murmur, her mouth only a centimetre away from mine. She wraps her arms around my neck, hauling our bodies tighter together, and she nudges the perfect tip of her nose against my own. A silent request – an invitation – for me to give her the kiss that I’ve been waiting on for four years.

I slide the rough palm of my hand up her jaw, gripping her steady, and she breathes excitedly as my mouth hovers just over hers.

“Ash.” She pushes into me more desperately and I inhale deeply, overcome with the warmth and the scent of her. “Ash, baby–”

Four heavy poundings on the cabin’s wooden door have our heads whipping toward the sound, eyes wide with shock as a surge of adrenaline shoots through our bodies.

“Aisling! You in there?”

“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping Aisling against me tighter as her brother gives the door another rough pounding.

Aisling blinks quickly, trying to pull herself out of the pre-sex haze, and then she turns her head back to my body, eye level right with my chest.

She squeaks as she stares at the giant muscles in front of her and practically tears my shirt clean off as she yanks it back down over my abdomen. Before I can get a single word out she’s shoving into me as hard as she can, not moving me an inch but I get the picture and start backing up.

We’ve been so caught up in each other for the past five minutes that I didn’t even hear the crunch of boots on the dirt as Connell and the guys made it back to the cabins. I’m guessing that he’s checking in on her to make sure that she’s home safe – and alone – so I back-up into the bathroom as she calls out a frantic, “One minute!”

I smirk down at her as she shuts the door to the bathroom, scanning around for a hiding place big enough to fit a six-foot-four hockey player. I tug her sexy little body against me and encase my palms around her hips. She fumbles with something on the wall to my left.

“Not gonna lie, this is kinda hot,” I tell her, my voice dropping deeper than usual as she reaches up to twist something. When she doesn’t spare me a single word I glance at the wall and blink at it in confusion. “You tryna put me in the cupboard or something?” I ask her teasingly. “Baby, I’ll just hide in the shower.”

She gives me a withering glare. “Hidden in a lot of showers, have you?”

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