Page 72 of Finding New Dreams

Instead of answering him, I asked, “How do you think the river feels?”

His chest rose up and down, steadily then stronger and faster. His thumbs didn’t just stroke my skin, they dragged on it. Like he wanted more than what he had.

“I think it feels like us.” His voice was rougher than the pebbles under my feet. “I think it feels like excitement and longing. That push and pull? You were right. The further we go in, the more it gives way to nothing but the rush of desire. And I want to dive right into the middle. I want to get swept away. With you, Rose.”

I stared at him, hardly believing my ears. This was it. The dance was spinning to a halt. Push. Or pull. My body practically screamed with pull. My skin was cool, but underneath burned hotter than a bonfire.

“What do you want, Rose?” he asked, tipping his forehead to rest against mine.

I dropped my skirt and his hands to scrape my fingers up his neck and into his hair. “I want to dive with you, Flynn.”

18

FLYNN

A strangled growl tore from my throat as my mouth collided with hers.

We devoured each other, our tongues slipping and sliding together. Hot. Desperate. And not enough.

My fingers clutched at her clothes, her skin, as I wound my arms around her waist and lifted her several inches out of the water.

Damn, there was nothing better than her body crushed against mine. And the way she clung to me made my adrenaline spike as if I were about to move mountains. Or change the course of the river.

I kissed my way down her throat to her bare shoulders—I loved when her sleeves fell down. Had she remembered my message about her bra strap? Because my lips and teeth found none.

She gasped in my ear, a sharp, wild note that made my dick throb and harden despite the cold water. Her teeth sank into my earlobe, and I jerked when the sensation bolted straight to my core.

“Fuck, Rose,” I grunted. Then kissed her nimble mouth. Hard.

“I wondered if you liked to use your teeth,” she whispered raggedly. “Turns out I do too.”

I stumbled in the shifting mud of the riverbed, almost dropping us, as my heart skipped several beats. Wrapping her legs around me, I grinned savagely. “You don’t even know half the places I’d like to use my teeth on you, beautiful.”

“Show me,” she sighed into my mouth, kissing me again and again. Her nails scraped down my spine. A shiver ricocheted down my back.

Damn, I thought she’d never ask. I’d been waiting for her to ask for weeks.

I charged out of the water, half my focus on the blanket, half on Rose’s lips stealing mine every other moment. Each of her touches unleashed relief and the mounting desire for more. I needed more relief from this anticipation.

Cold water dripped from her soaked skirt and my heavy pants. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the moonlit goddess laid out beneath me. So beautiful, my mind painted an image of her right there, just like that.

“Flynn,” she whispered, tugging my chin to bring our lips back together.

Kisses like soft, warm clouds. Like I meant something to her, something other than what she could take from me.

My chest tightened. That couldn’t be.

I moved my lips from her mouth, down her throat, and to her chest. I felt her swallow. Her chest pulsed against my mouth.

Carefully, I pulled her white sleeves the rest of the way down her arms. How had her shirt even stayed on before? It slipped easily to her waist. Underneath was a black strapless bra of some kind, folded around her breasts like cupping hands.

I trailed my fingers over her skin, memorizing every curve even as my gut urged me to move faster.

She dropped her head back with a sigh, closing her eyes. “That doesn’t feel like your teeth, Flynn.”

“I can’t help it,” I whispered, placing a kiss between her breasts. “I want fast and slow. Wild and tender. Teeth and kisses. I want all that is you, Rose.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at me. “Why do you have to talk like that? Why does everything you do feel like a fantasy come true?”

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