Page 71 of Give Me a Reason

I slid my cock through her folds, wanting and needing more but loving the slow build of anticipation.

She lifted up and slid down. Her heat surrounded me, and I was lost in the feeling of her. Needing to see her, I pulled down the top of her dress, expecting to find a bra. But there was only bare skin. As soon as her nipple was visible, I sucked it into my mouth.

She arched her back, feeding it to me. Now she was whimpering as I scraped my teeth over the hard bud and soothed it with my tongue. She was sensitive.

I gave the same attention to the other one as she slowly lifted herself and slid down.

Impatient, I gripped her hips and lifted her as I thrust. She bit her lip, probably to keep quiet. And she looked down at me with awe in her expression as if she’d never felt anything like this. I liked it. I liked her honest reaction to everything we did.

She rode me harder, and I watched her breasts bounce. It was perfect. Occasionally, I looked to make sure no one else got to see what I did. But it was dark, and we were hidden in a corner of the balcony. There was just enough danger in the moment to heighten our pleasure, but we were protected.

No one else would see Aria as I did. This was only for me.

When the orgasm rolled through her body, her head tipped back, and her lips parted on a whimper.

I kissed her throat, reveling in the feel of her. I thrust a few more times before letting go.

We weren’t in a relationship, no matter how attractive that idea sounded. She didn’t fully trust me. Not yet.

I had a lot of work to do to get this woman to take me seriously, and no matter how exciting our time was together, I needed to come up with another way to make her mine.

Our breaths mingled as we came down from the high of our orgasms. When she made a move to leave, I held her tighter. “Just another minute. I like you in my arms.”

The skirt of her dress covered the spot where we were still joined.

“I like being here,” she murmured as she relaxed into me.

I never wanted to let her go, but she wasn’t mine. I eventually shifted her so I could pull out and zip my pants. Her head was on my shoulder as she rested on one thigh. I closed my eyes, thinking nothing was better than this. Other than a bed and her staying all night.

Before I could suggest a date, she shifted off my lap, put on her shoes, and smoothed the wrinkles from the dress. “I should get back.”

“Right.” She still had to work, and I needed to go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow was my day to pick up Paisley. I missed our time together last week when I was sick.

She finger-combed her hair, then came to stand between my legs. I drew her closer with my hands on her hips. I loved the feel of her. “Are you seeing Paisley tomorrow?”

“I am. It’s Sunday family fun day.”

She smiled. “That’s nice that you do that and include Ireland.”

“My family always wants to see her. It’s finding that balance where I get alone time with her too.”

“What are your plans?”

“I don’t know. You have any ideas?”

“There’s an art class at this new place in town. They don’t usually have classes on Sundays, but this is a special workshop.” Then she shrugged. “They teach kids how to draw a person and how to get the proportions just right. It’s something I’d like to do with her, but you might not.”

“Why don’t you come with us?” I pulled out my phone. “What’s the name of the place?”

Aria gave me the shop’s name and drifted toward the slider. “I really have to get back.”

I stood, bracing a hand on the doorframe above her head. I didn’t want to give her a chance to back out. “I’ll swing by and pick you up tomorrow.”

Her nose scrunched adorably as if she were regretting her decision. “I didn’t mean to mess up your plans with Ireland.”

I touched her hair; it was so fine and soft. “It’s fine. We’ll meet up with her later. I think Paisley will like this class. Thanks for the idea.”

“She was really into art when I hung out with her last. I think she’ll enjoy it.”

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