Page 113 of Through the Water

With a low growl, I released her long enough to tug the cups down, letting her breasts spill over into my palms. She lost her grip on the dress when my teeth connected with the sensitive flesh, shuddering violently in my arms.

It wasn’t enough. I needed Ari naked, bracing herself on the driver’s seat as I filled her body from behind. I wanted her hoarse screams of pleasure to alert the entire fucking parking lot that she was mine.

Ari pulled the dress over her head and tightened her thighs around mine. When she rocked against my erection, the last bit of air was forced from my lungs.

While one hand moved up the inside of her thigh, I used the other to massage her breasts. She jerked when my knuckles brushed over the front of her lace panties before instinctively pushing back against me.

My fingers slipped beneath the band and stroked along the soft curls until Ari’s groans turned to incoherent mumbles. We weren’t having sex—not tonight—but it didn’t mean I couldn’t alleviate her ache.

“You want me to touch you here?” I whispered, pushing the curtain of red hair off her face with my free hand until I could see her beautiful green eyes.

Her lips parted with a sigh, and she nodded drowsily, caught up in a haze of lust. I dragged my middle finger through her folds, loving the way her breath caught when I paused to lick her moisture from my skin. “You taste so fucking good.”

The words of praise were accepted with a small nod. I didn’t need the light to know that Ari was blushing. Her wide eyes gave it away.

I stroked her again. She lifted her hips, trying to direct my speed. When my finger was completely coated in her arousal, I slid it into her body, her inner muscles tightening around me like a vice.

Ari bit down on her lower lip with a whimpered moan and clawed at my shoulders in desperation as I established a rhythm.

I was no longer aware that I was being slowly strangled to death by denim. My entire focus had shifted to finding a way to make her feel good.

So good, she never wanted to leave me.

“Killian, more—I—I need—” Ari threw her head back as I increased my pace, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of my wrist, and I lowered my mouth onto one. She came almost instantly, her body tightening and pulsing around my finger.

Ari squeezed my face against her body, muffling the sounds of her release. Her heart was like a drum, beating a frantic message against my cheek.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

She went lax in my arms, burying her face against the crook of my neck with a contented sigh. I freed my hand from between her legs, overwhelmed by a sudden, unexplainable need to protect her.

My arms came up to circle her back, gripping her hair in my fists. But the furious beating in my own chest didn’t slow as it screamed the truth. I’d put Ari’s needs above my own, giving up my pleasure for hers.

I thought I’d wanted to possess her, claiming her as mine in front of all the world. It was more than that. Tonight, she’d torn down walls and let me inside her world. I wanted to shield her, sacrificing myself if it meant keeping her safe. Baseball might have been my passion, but she was becoming my life—I felt it in my bones.

Because I—I loved Ari.

And with that, I knew where I wanted to take her next.

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