Page 13 of Spring Fling

For a heartbeat, we just breathe each other in. Her lashes flutter closed. Her lips part ever so slightly.

Then I kiss her.

Slow. Deep. Savoring.

Not like a drunk teenager pawing at someone in the dark.

Not like I’m checking off a box on what to do on a first date.

But like she’s the last, best thing I’ll ever have the chance to taste.

Her mouth is soft and sweet, opening for me as my thumb strokes her cheekbone.

She sighs into me, and the sound sends a shock straight through my bloodstream.

Years of loneliness, of quiet nights, of pretending I was fine — it all cracks wide open with one kiss.

She tastes like sparkling wine and springtime.

I slide my other hand around her waist, pulling her closer until she’s practically in my lap. The water sloshes gently around us, warm and slick against my overheated skin.

Her hands find my shoulders, then my chest. I growl at the contact.

Her fingers rake through the hair on my chest, lightly scratching me.

My hands trail down her back, tracing the arch of her spine, until they find the curve of her ass under the wet lace.

She gasps into my mouth, her hips jerking slightly against mine. I growl low and desperate, gripping her harder.

God, she’s perfect.

Her legs wrap around my waist under the water, and I almost lose it right there. My cock throbs against the thin barrier of fabric between us.

My hand slips lower, under the line of her panties, and I find slick, bare skin. She shudders, whimpering into the kiss as my fingers dip between her thighs.

She’s wet. Not from the spring. For me.

I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard.

My fingers stroke her gently, slowly, coaxing soft little moans from her lips that make me dizzy.

“Jesus, you’re unbelievable.”

Her nails dig lightly into my shoulders.

“Wade,” she breathes, her hips rocking into my touch.

It’s the hottest, most intimate thing I’ve ever felt.

And it’s not just about sex.

It’s not just about wanting to be inside her so badly I hurt.

It’sher.

I kiss her again, swallowing her whimpers, my free hand roaming freely now— mapping the curve of her ass, the dip of her waist, the trembling line of her thighs.

I want to tear her panties off and lose myself in her right here, right now.

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