Page 45 of Festive Faking
Even though I’d promised to fuck Aspen’s throat when we made it inside the door, I fully intended to take care of her before allowing myself to come a second time. But fuck, the way she’d licked her lips at the very idea of taking my cock so deep it cut off her air supply? Add that to the growing list of fantasies starring the stunning redhead I couldn’t get out of my brain.
A grin grew on my face. Tonight, they would stop being fantasies and become reality.
Fuck yes.
Hopping out of the truck, I offered Aspen my hand to help her slide out through the driver’s side door. Her pale skin was flushed pink, effectively concealing those freckles dusting every inch.
Guess I’d be counting those in the morning. Or maybe while I watched her sleep.
She stumbled when her feet touched the ground, but I wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. Two hands came to rest on my chest, and my cock got its second wind knowing what those hands were capable of.
Unable to resist, I slid a hand through her wavy hair, tilting her face enough to claim her mouth.
Those pillowy-soft lips parted, and I swallowed her moan as my tongue dove inside, tasting the remnants of the tequila she’d drunk earlier.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt and held on for dear life when I hoisted her into my arms, her legs curling automatically around my waist like we’d done this a million times before.
Kicking the door to the truck closed, I carried her up the two steps of the cabin’s front porch.
Our first night here, it had bothered me that the Sullivans didn’t feel the need to lock their doors at night, but right now, I was never more grateful for their lack of security when I didn’t have to put Aspen down to push inside the tiny bungalow.
As soon as we were inside, I spun us around and pinned her to the closed door. Our tongues battled, and I took advantage of the position, grinding my painfully hard dick between her spread-open thighs.
Aspen tore her mouth away at the contact, sucking in ragged, shallow breaths.
“Mac.” Her breathy voice as she said my name had the power to bring me to my knees.
I hummed against her skin, trailing my lips over her jaw and down the column of her neck, nudging the fabric of her sweater lower with my chin so I could access her breasts.
“I have another truth.”
Our game from the bar had been the tipping point as both of us shared feelings we’d been too afraid to admit before. If she wanted to keep playing, to keep opening up to me, I wasn’t about to stop her.
“Tell me.” I sucked on a sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, biting back a groan when she threaded her fingers through my hair. I could only imagine her tugging on those strands as I buried my face between her legs, how torn she’d be between holding me there or pushing me away when the pleasure grew too intense.
“I’ve never done this before.”
The quiet vulnerability in her voice had me peeking up. Lust was replaced with concern when I caught a good look at her face. With her lower lip trembling, her pretty blue eyes had grown glassy—she was about to cry.
Shifting my hands from their hold on her hips to cup her face, I used my thumbs to stroke over her soft cheeks. “Aspen, what’s wrong? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
The tiniest sniffle sounded, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m a virgin.”
That was the absolute last thing I would have expected her to confess.
Unable to contain my shock, I dropped my hands, stepping back enough that her legs fell away from my hips and she was forced to find her footing on the ground.
My gut twisted when she curled both arms around her waist, her eyes trained on the floor between us.
“How?” My voice came out hoarse. “How is that even possible?”
She lifted a shoulder, still not daring to meet my eye. “You’ve met seventy-five percent of my dating history. Is it really that hard to believe?”
“Yes.” The word was said with such conviction that it was enough to have her head snapping up. “It’s damn near impossible to believe.”
“Mac, you don’t—”
“Truth, Aspen.”
