Page 60 of The Road to Finding Us

“Have you been thinking about me?” Her hands slowly run down her bare skin until they stop above her leggings. I can’t look away as she hooks her thumbs into the black fabric. Ever so slowly, she pulls the them down her body, stepping out of them when they pool at her feet. Lily stands in front of me then, in nothing but a matching set of lingerie.

Ignoring her question for the time being, I inspect every perfect inch of her body. The skin that keeps color to it, even in the dead of the winter. Her muscular thighs, the obvious dedication to the sport she loves written in every ripple. Those same thighs clench together under my hungry eyes. My gaze makes it to the delicate slope of her neck. To the spot I’ve loved biting during the past few weeks. The same spot that makes her squirm when my teeth nip at it and my tongue caresses it. I finally make it to her eyes, not missing the want written in them.

“I’m never not thinking about you,” I confess. Pulling myself from the doorway, I leisurely make my way over to Lily, where I fall to my knees directly in front of her. My hands splay out on the backs of her thighs, before lazily traveling up her smooth skin until they palm her ass. I look from the scrap of fabric in front of me and make eye contact with her.

“Truth or dare, Lily Bear?” I blow air toward her sensitive spot in front of me. “Choose wisely.” I slide the tips of my fingers underneath the fabric on her ass.

“Dare,” she says on a moan, watching me.

Chuckling, I look back to the space in front of me. Sliding my hands up her ass, I find the top of the sheer underwear and slowly tug it down. My teeth nip at the front of the fabric, helping me lower it. Once her panties are halfway down, and I’m met with the feminine scent of her arousal, I give her my dare. “Try not to wake the neighbors.”

In one swift movement, I push her against the bed, her body falling softly onto the rumpled blanket. I slide forward until I’m even with her again. Without warning, I seal my mouth against her, tossing her underwear aside in the process.

“Holy fuck,” she rasps, spreading her legs wider for me.

I hook a finger inside of her, smirking against her as she continues to moan louder and louder. Right when she begins to chase her release, I give one last swipe of my tongue and move my mouth to the inside of her thigh.

“Asshole,” Lily pants, squirming under my mouth.

Instead of responding, I bite down on her hip bone, making her gasp. My mouth trails all the way up her stomach, stopping to swipe over her nipple through her thin bra. “Talk nicely to me,” I demand, climbing on top of her.

My hips rest between her thighs, and I take in the sight of her thick hair spilling out over my sheets. Reaching around to her back, I swiftly unclasp her bra, throwing it away like I did her underwear.

“Since when did you ever like nice?” Lily croons, reaching up and pulling both my joggers and boxer briefs down. She threads her fingers behind my neck, pulling me down closer to her. Her lips trace the vein down my throat, biting down when they reach my shoulder.

I rock my hips against her, feeling her core against my dick for the first time.

“My god, Lily,” I breathe, sliding back and forth against her.

She’s scattering kisses against my stubble when I catch her mouth with mine, too tired of not feeling her lips against my own. As if on cue, her mouth opens for me instantly. I tangle my fingers in her hair as our bodies rock against the other’s. With one movement, I could be inside her for the first time—something I’ve wanted for way longer than I care to admit.

Holding back is sure to give me the worst case of blue balls in eternity, but I don’t enter her. I need to know she wants me as deeply as I want her.

“Truth or dare?” I manage, only moving my lips far enough away from her to get the words out.

Lily moans as I slowly move against her again. “It’s not your turn to ask,” she replies, breathlessly.

“I’m making the rules. Truth,” I palm her breast, “or dare?”

“Truth,” she says against my lips.

“Tell me, are you as crazy about me as I am about you?” I pull my head back, searching her expression. I’m desperate to read every feature on her face, needing to know if she’s feeling this is as hard as I am.

“Crazier,” she states, her hands scratching down my back. “Aspen?”

I hum a response. “Hm?”

“Truth or dare? And choose dare,” she warns.

“Dare.”

“Get inside me. Right now.” Her nails dig into my ass, pulling me close enough to her that I could easily slide in.

I put some space between us, pushing up on my hands to create a space between our bodies. Looking down, I study her face. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, yes. I need you inside me. Right this moment.” She tugs against my hips, but I don’t let her bring me any closer.

My self-control is hanging by a very thin thread, and if she uses that begging tone one more time, I won’t be able to say no.

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