Page 62 of Give Me a Reason

“I told you where I stood when you were sick. Nothing has changed.”

“I don’t think anyone else should come into play in our relationship. If we want to date, we can. It doesn’t matter what Ireland or Gia thinks.”

“It would be stupid not to consider their feelings and the possible repercussions.”

I looked over my shoulder, not finding anyone, so I took her hand in mine and pulled her down a lesser-used path. This one wasn’t lit.

“What are you doing?” Aria asked.

I stopped when I couldn’t see the pond or the lights anymore. I listened but didn’t hear the laughing and conversation from the reception either. “I wanted you all to myself.”

She tipped her head to the side, her forehead wrinkled in confusion. Before she could say anything, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. I kissed her the way I wanted to when I was sick and she took care of me.

When her hands curled around my forearms, I backed her against a tree. I wanted to feel her soft body pressed against mine.

My fingers trailed over the skin of her thigh, flirting with the edge of her skirt. “This skirt has been teasing me all night.”

Aria’s face was flushed, her eyes heated with desire as her head dropped back. I kissed the open expanse of skin on her neck as she trembled in my arms.

Then her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of my neck, and she held me to her. “Finn. I need you.”

I palmed her thigh, squeezing lightly in acknowledgment before drifting higher. I easily moved the scrap of silky material to the side and touched her. She was warm and wet.

Despite her concerns, she wanted me too.

I kissed her again as I stroked her, wanting to make her feel good. I swallowed her moans as my finger slipped inside, and I drove her higher.

She gripped me tighter as she let go, shattering into a million pieces in my arms. Her forehead dropped slightly.

I tipped her chin up, needing to see her eyes. I knew better than to ask if it was okay. She’d have a reason why it was wrong, why we were a mistake, and I didn’t want to hear it. I just wanted to feel.

She fumbled with my zipper, and I paused her with a hand on her wrist. “What are you doing?”

My voice was rough, as if I hadn’t used it in hours.

“I need you inside me.”

“Here?” No one could see us, and it was doubtful anyone would look.

She nodded ever so slightly, and I let go of her wrist. She pushed down my pants and briefs.

I wanted to lift her and fuck her against the trees but instead, she dropped to her knees.

I groaned as her small hand encircled the base of my cock. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and licked the crown of my dick. It was perfect, yet not enough. I wanted her warm, wet mouth on my cock. But I also wanted to be inside her.

She took me deep, and I forgot about what I wanted. I just lost myself to the sensations of her mouth on me, her hands touching my thighs, and the sight of her on her knees in the woods for me.

It was so hot. Even hotter than the time in the bar. There was a sense that we could get caught, but it was so far off in the distance, I couldn’t focus on it.

I accidentally thrust my hips, causing her to gag. I pulled back and stroked her cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

She popped off and licked my dick like it was her favorite ice cream cone. “It’s okay.”

Before I could ask if I could do it again, she stood and hopped into my arms. I caught her and backed her against the tree, entering her in one swift motion. We were both so ready, I slid inside easily. The sensation of her walls surrounding me was all I could feel.

She still wore her dress, which was hopefully protecting her back from the bark of the tree, but I moved in short thrusts, just in case. I didn’t want to hurt her, physically or emotionally. No matter what Aria thought I was capable of, I wanted to do right by her.

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