Page 92 of Wildest Dreams

She’s not wearing a bra.

She finally releases a shaky exhale and whispers, “I’m tired of fighting.”

Rainwater slaps relentlessly against the muscles of my back as I nod my head and murmur, “I know.”

Those tired little arms find the strength to pull me closer.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut and her cheek pressed over my heart. She fits against me so perfectly that I can’t help but squeeze her tighter in the cage of my biceps.

“Don’t be sorry. You put yourself first and that will never be the wrong decision.”

“But I hurt you. I pushed you away.”

I stroke a knuckle over the tip of her nose as she peeks up at me, all sad and guilty. I shrug a shoulder.

“I came back, didn’t I?” I offer her a genuine smile, dimples pulling taut as I look down at her. “So you couldn’t have pushed me away that well.”

Aisling gasps and then shoves me in the chest with her warm hands. “It’s too soon to joke about,” she mumbles, looking up at me with those enormous eyes, and I grin as I keep her in place, fucking obsessed with how adorable she is.

“Are we going to try and put the past behind us now?” I ask her gently, smiling as a raindrop bats against her collarbone because it gives me an excuse to caress it away with the pads of my fingers. “Are we going to try and move forward, and not let anyone get in our way?”

She swallows shallowly, her eyes wide and unsure as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “But I was… really harsh on you. For a really long time.”

I shake my head, smiling as I murmur, “Yeah, you were so mean. I still really liked you, though.”

Her hands slide down over my pecs and the long muscle in my shorts begins thickening.

I steel my jaw as I force my eyes to not roll back into my head.

“I’m being serious, Tanner. Four years… that’s, like, a really long time. How could you ever look past that? How could you ever forgive–?”

My lips meet hers and the whole world goes quiet.

I hunch low so that I can reach her and hold her firmly in place, my forearm around her lower back keeping her body pushed up against mine. The surprised flutter of her beautiful lashes touch softly against my skin before her whole body relaxes and she stands up on her tip-toes, helping me reach her.

I squeeze my palm gently around her shoulder before using my forearm to haul her up, a nervous gasp leaving her lips as I lift her off the ground. I can’t help but smile against her mouth as her feet dangle above the darkening dirt and she tightens her arms around my neck, pulling herself up even higher so she can more easily reach my mouth.

The kiss is soft and chaste but neither of us can bring ourselves to end it, making it grow hungrier, deeper, my tongue sweeping against the soft seam of her lips. Her arms lock tighter around my shoulders and I tug her hips closer as she whimpers.

“Is this okay–?” I begin asking, my voice deep and rough, but Aisling shuts me up with another kiss, making me smirk as she silently answers my question.

I slide my fingers up into her hair, allowing my thumb to sweep low so that I can caress her perfect jaw, and I gently tilt her head backwards so that I can kiss her more intimately.

When I lick my tongue over the sweet curve of her lips she parts them with a shaky inhale, eyes fluttering open as she waits for me to kiss her deeper.

I roll my shoulders, eyes on her mouth as my breathing gets heavier. “Can I–?”

She nods adamantly. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

And then I’m heaving her roughly up my chest and crushing my mouth back down on hers, groaning as I slant her open. She falls limp in my arms, her fingers squeezing desperately against the swollen muscles of my chest, and a satisfied rumble courses up my throat as I get that first gentle stroke of her tongue.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper, biting back another groan as she tentatively tries to lick my tongue with hers. I deepen my strokes, keeping them slow but firm, and then press a couple hard kisses against her lips before pulling back to look down at her.

I carefully rub my palm up her flushed cheek, swiping away the rain before sheltering her stunning eyes with my hand once more. I gently nudge her nose with the tip of mine before leaning in for another kiss.

My fingers push through the rich waves of her hair, rain droplets running down her curls and thumping against my face as I lift her above me. Her breathing is erratic and her eyes are wild, bright and sparkling with fresh-faced innocence even as her hands belie darker needs. Her right hand rubs a firm caress over my heart, while her other hand travels lower, slipping between our bodies until she can finally stroke–

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