Page 36 of An Adventure For Aster

He gathered her back in his arms, his mouth going to hers, and they kissed like two teens in the movie theater that she’d joked about weeks ago.

She heard herself moaning again, her hips lifting to get closer to him too. She needed to feel him inside of her more than she needed anything else in her life.

He finally seemed to get the message and nudged his way between her legs, moving around her opening a little until he slid in smoothly.

Her back arched again, his hips held her in place while his fingers found hers and pushed them over her head.

It was a trapped feeling she’d never felt before. One of helplessness.

But she didn’t feel that way with Aster.

She felt safe with him, as she’d never done in her life.

Their mouths went at it full force and their hips joined.

She was positive she’d never moved that fast before in bed, but Aster kept up the pace. Or maybe he set the pace and she kept up.

It didn’t matter. Nothing did at this moment other than their two bodies searching for a release that she knew was going to suck her back into the mattress again.

When his breathing started to get choppy she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips and that slight movement sent him deeper releasing the trap door holding her second orgasm in place.

She started to come and come hard. Enough that if he wasn’t kissing her, she was positive her neighbors would hear her screeching.

Then he started to grunt out a few noises until he collapsed on her and rolled quickly so she was on his chest.

“Now that is how you prove a woman isn’t pure,” she said, laughing, her hand running down his back. She felt some scar tissue there and bet it was an exit wound.

Her feeling of elation just went to sadness and she was going to question him because she needed to know. She was falling fast for him and the thought of what he might have gone through months ago was breaking her heart.

“You’re still pure to me,” he said, then leaned up to kiss her quickly and left the room to go to her bathroom.

She was positive he was going to clam up and she wasn’t going to let that happen.

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MORE REAL FOR ME

Aster took care of business in the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face.

He hadn’t expected to feel as deeply as he had just now with Raine.

The thumping of his heart. The heat in his veins. The tingles in his body.

All those things, and he questioned the meaning of it.

When he came out of the bathroom, Raine was sitting on the bed pulling her socks on. She handed him his jeans and underwear and he bent to put them on but didn’t button or zip them and reached for his shirt to yank over his head.

He was never self-conscious over his scars. But the sympathy in her eyes told him they were going to chat.

“You want to talk,” he said, sighing.

“Not if you don’t want to,” she said.

He wanted to laugh and say she was being a chick, but he’d listened to his buddy and decided not to say that to Raine. It was a fifty-fifty shot whether she’d laugh or be offended. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

“You do,” he said. “So we will. Go on, ask.”

“If it hurts you to talk about it, then we won’t,” she said. “I mean that.”

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