Page 93 of Wildest Dreams

“Ash, Ash, Ash,” I choke out quickly, grabbing her left wrist and hauling it back around my shoulder. “We can’t. Not yet. I rushed it with you once before and I’m not making that move again. I have to take my time with you – you have to know that you really want this before we… before you let me…”

She presses a kiss against my lips and I let the sentence end without finishing it.

The pelting rain slaps against our cheeks and down our shoulders, the repetitive whip of the downpour making our movements turn frantic and untamed. I hold her tighter against my body as I turn to trudge toward the lake house, knocking my quad against the hard porch railing as I try to manoeuvre us up the steps.

“Fuck,” I grunt, reluctantly pulling away from her mouth so that I can briefly watch where I’m going. A soft laugh tinkles out of her and it’s enough to fully recapture my attention, making me take her jaw in my palm and press another hungry kiss against her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as we finally make it to the sheltered landing, hauling one of her thighs up around my waist as I thrust her against the wood panelling.

“I’m wearing them,” she whispers breathlessly as I press my forehead down against hers, my hands squeezing every inch of her as they roam over her body.

“Wearing what?” I rasp, dipping low so that I can kiss her throat.

“The panties,” she whispers, “I’m wearing the panties that you bought for me.”

My eyes flash to hers.

And my whole brain goes offline.

“You… you’re wearing…” My voice becomes painfully deep, making Aisling suck in a shaky inhale. My eyes drop to where my groin is pushed right up against hers and I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, my pupils dialling out.

I clear my throat hard, my chest heaving in double time.

“Which…” I shake my head, trying to clear it, barely able to string a sentence together at the thought of what I’ll see when I finally lift up the hem of Aisling’s drenched sundress.

“Which ones?” I finally manage to rumble out, my palm hitching her thigh higher, desperate to see what she’s hinting at. “Which panties?”

She strokes her thumb over my heart as she whispers, “Your favourite ones.”

An exhale whooshes out of me in a rush and I drop my forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“Khaki?” I ask hoarsely, my voice low and pleading.

She nods against me. I close my eyes and grunt.

“I bet you look so fuckin’ beautiful in them,” I rasp, bunching up the sides of her dress in my fists and scrunching the fabric, rainwater gushing between my fingers. Aisling arches her neck back and presses up onto her tiptoes, giving me access to claim her mouth again, a rough sound coursing through my chest as I slip my tongue back inside.

The downpour ricochets through the emerald canopy of trees surrounding the secluded side patio of the lake house, drowning out Aisling’s delicate gasps as I slide my tongue in deeper.

Her palms squeeze desperately at the ridges of my rain-slicked chest, and I release my hold on one side of her sundress, roaming up towards the string strap slipping over her shoulder.

I stroke my tongue against hers, slow and firm, as I gently push the strap down her arm, sliding my hand back up so that I can feel the soft curve that I’ve just bared.

“Tanner,” she gasps, making me drop my forehead to the curve of her throat. My hand massages her roughly as she rubs up against me.

I suck a kiss against the side of her neck as my hand begins squeezing her harder, and her hands get lost in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me grunt.

I nuzzle firmly in the warm curve of her neck, my other hand finally bunching her dress up to her hip so that two of my digits can slip their way beneath the side of her panties.

I shove two fingers under the band, grunting as her breathing hitches in her throat. I tug the fabric once, twice, testing how tight it is before slowly sliding the backs of my knuckles against her skin, rubbing her firmly as I make my way to her little heat.

Her fingers reach for my jaw and I open my eyes as she grips at my stubble.

In less than a second my mouth dips back down to hers, caressing her lips with mine as my fingers finally meet her warmth.

“I wanna see you,” I start to murmur, my voice like gravel as Aisling moans, but suddenly tires are crunching down the path behind us and I’m quickly shoving my body in front of Aisling’s.

“Shit,” I rasp, breathing heavily as I stare down into Aisling’s eyes, before I finally glance at the dirt path leading to the cabins on the other side of the water.

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