Nope. I hold the doorknob, worrying and waiting, but there’s nothing.
“Aspen? Are you in there?” I glance over and I can see that her little car is in the driveway so she has to be here.
And that’s it. I’m not waiting any longer.
“Hello! Aspen, are you alright?”
There’s no answer and the cottage is eerily silent. There’s no sound downstairs and only a slight, hushed sound upstairs. Like water. Like crying.
With no more thought, I charge up the stairs, terror giving my feet wings.
“Aspen! Where are you, baby? Answer me! You’re scaring the hell out of me!”
There’s no sound and I charge recklessly through the tiny upstairs until I reach the door at the end of the hall that has to be her bedroom. I don’t even blink, just push the door open and fall through to the other side, wincing when a loud screech rends the air.
“What the hell? Sebastian? What are you doing in here?”
I glance up and it’s like Venus rising from the sea. Aspen must have been in the shower and she’s standing in front of me, dripping wet and barely-covered by the smallest towel I’ve ever seen. Her thick thighs are molded to the thin fabric and her large breasts heave above the top of the scrap of cloth.
Her dark hair falls around her pale, slim shoulders in a curtain of shimmering, damp curls. Beads of water cling lovingly to her lush curves and dance on her open, rosy lips.
Lips that I breathlessly study. Lips that I long to touch with my own to find out if they’re as soft and sweet as she is.
“Sebastian?”
Like a man entranced, I stand and move to her, locked onto her wide, dark as night eyes. My hand reaches out and traces therounded curve of her cheek and she shivers. Her cheeks pink and her mouth opens on a soundless sigh.
Helpless to resist, I reach out and tug her to me, my lips finding hers, not giving one damn that she’s wet and my own clothes are getting soaked.
Her lips are soft and sweet as nectar, her body fits mine like she was made for me.
Just like I thought when we moved here. When I first saw her.
My fingers tunnel into her damn hair and massage her scalp restlessly. She moans and presses closer and I feel that little scrap of cloth give way as her arms reach up to wrap around my neck.
Moaning, I grip her plush hips and push my aching cock into her belly.
And like a temptress of old, Aspen rolls her hips and her leg comes up to wrap around my hip, dragging at me.
I back her up and the back of her legs hits the bed. She moans and tugs at me and both of us fall to the bed, wrapped around each other, kissing and nipping. Her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it loose as her palms touch my belly and lower.
I groan as her warm hand skims my erection and she sighs, her head thrown back, her hips thrusting up into my body.
Every part of me needs this woman.
Now.
My lips trace the soft skin of her throat and she growls and her fingernails dig into the skin on my back. My lips dip lower and I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking hard as she groans.
“Sebastian,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
I should. I should stop. This is probably a huge mistake.
But her bare hips push up into my aching cock and there’s just no way that I can let her go.
“I can’t stop, Aspen. I need you, baby. Please make me stop.”
But she doesn’t. She reaches down and takes my cheeks in her hand, dragging me up. Her mouth claims mine and fire erupts in my core. A fire that roars and builds until I can’t stop.
