Page 39 of The Road to Finding Us

I expect it to start out sweet, timid, calm, but it’s none of those. It’s passion, fire, need.

I open my mouth for him instantly, letting his tongue in. His fingers tangle through the strands of my wet hair, holding my head firmly in place—as if I’d even try to move.

Aspen’s other hand finds my hip in the water. His fingers dig deep into my sensitive skin, pulling me flush against him.

We’re as close as possible, but it’s not good enough for me. I reach up and clasp my hands behind his neck, using his body as leverage as I climb up him. My legs come out of the water, wrapping around his firm middle.

“Fuck,” Aspen says against my lips, grinding his groin against mine.

We’re almost perfectly aligned with each other and there’s no mistaking the hard-on that presses against me. His fingers grip my neck, and he’s not gentle when he tilts me sideways, giving himself better access to it.

I moan when I feel the scrape of his teeth against my tender skin, my back arching in the process.

“Mine, so fucking mine,” he chants, nipping at my collarbone.

I’m putty in his hands as he bites and licks all over my neck, my chest, everywhere sensitive. He bites so hard where the edge of my bra hits the top of my breast that it’ll probably leave a mark.

Both of my hands run down his neck until I firmly clutch each side of his face in my hands. “Fucking kiss me,” I demand, staring deep into his green eyes that are lit with passion.

He smirks, both his hands rubbing down my back until he’s holding my hips with both hands. His fingers dig in so deep—so possessively. The mix of his possessiveness and the way he rolls my hips against his—it’s ecstasy.

My head falls back as every nerve ending in my body goes on high alert. I want him so bad right now that I can’t see straight. I can’t think straight. It’s just Aspen and me, and the desperate need radiating off both of us.

Aspen uses the tilt of my head to his advantage. With my throat bared to him, he licks all the way down the middle of my neck, nipping one last time once he reaches the hollow. One of his hands travels up my body slowly. So achingly slowly until I feel his thumb play with the seam of my sports bra.

We’re both soaking wet, and my body begins to slip away from his. I tighten my legs around him in a vise-like grip, making sure we’re as close as possible once again.

His thumb continues to make its way underneath my bra. He traces the curve of the underside of my breast, and all I want is for his finger to reach my nipple. Just when I think it’s his sole mission to tease me and not give me what I want, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Pleasure shoots all the way down my body, resting mostly in my core.

Aspen’s face is just millimeters away from mine when he says, “Look at me.”

I try to open my eyes, but it’s so hard when he’s playing with my nipple, rubbing his dick against me in the process.

“I’m not going to ask again,” he states, slowly letting go of my nipple, undoubtedly trying to punish me for not following his directions.

I open my eyes, desperate to have him working my nipple again. “I’ll fucking kiss you when I want to, not when you tell me to, Lily Bear.” And then he’s crushing my lips against his once again.

I bob up and down his body as I roll my hips against his, giving everything I’ve got into the kiss.

“You feel too fucking good against me,” Aspen groans, breaking away from my lips for a brief moment before attacking them once again. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad, Lil.” He rolls his impressive boner against me to drive his point home.

I pull away from him and look him dead in the eye. “Then have me.”

I see the hesitation in his face, but only for a moment. He gives me an answer when he crushes his lips against mine again. He quickly walks us through the water until I feel the wood from the dock up against my back. Aspen slowly lifts me by the hips and sets me down on the dock, my ass resting on the rough wood. My legs don’t give up their position of being wrapped around him.

His touch becomes more tender, then. Before he was rabid, controlled by need. But now, he’s slow and deliberate as he traces his fingers along the inside of my thigh. I pull my lips from his and catch him staring down at the place his fingertip traces, where it moves up my thigh with purpose. We both stare at the wet trail his fingertip leaves. He moves up at a pace that tortures me, divinely, my mouth letting out a moan when he finally makes his way into my underwear. I fall back on my elbows when he slips a finger inside me, too lost in the sensation to hold myself upright.

Aspen slides another finger inside me, causing my back to arch off the wood. His mouth is hot against my inner thigh as he lays kisses all the way up its length, his fingers still working inside me. My fingernails dig into the dock as I inch closer and closer to coming undone.

“I’m so close, Aspen,” I pant, writhing against the wood.

Just as I’m about to come unglued, Aspen’s warm breath disappears, his fingers right after.

“Lily, we can’t do this.” His words have my head snapping up.

“What in the hell are you talking about?” I ask, staring at him until he gets the nerve to look at me. I push myself back up, my hands falling to his shoulders to try to get him to focus on me.

But he doesn’t. His fingers trace over my bare skin, causing it to rise with goosebumps. “I’m saying, we need to stop.” Finally, finally, he looks up at me. Before, there was passion in those emerald eyes. Now, I see the hesitation. He’s pulling away from this and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m losing him just as quickly as I almost had him.

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