But I know I won’t.
“I want you too.”
At my admission, she jerks her head up.
Her cheeks are flushed red, and I can read her like my favorite book. She’s red with lust and a touch of embarrassment.
I step into her and lower my head to whisper into her ear. “Let’s go shower.”
She takes my hand in hers and leads me into the bathroom.
* * *
I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature for a minute before glancing over my shoulder.
Holy Christ.
Ashley Hill is naked.
Her bikini lies in a heap at her feet.
And fuck if she doesn’t look a million times more beautiful in real life than she did in my fantasies, which is saying a lot. Because I got off a lot on my Ashley Hill castle in the sky.
From her full breasts to those hips I want to grab onto while she rides me, I have to jerk my gaze up to keep my focus on her face.
Her gorgeous eyes pin me in place, and I fight to stay calm and not jump her like a sixteen-year-old.
“Why do I have the feeling tonight’s dare isn’t finished?” I ask her, my voice coming out rough.
“Here’s my dare—you’re overdressed, Storm,” she says simply.
That can easily be remedied.
I drop my bathing trunks and kick them off my feet. I’m hard and desperate as I step closer to Ashley.
I scoop her into my arms, and she hooks her feet around my thighs.
I kiss her cheek.
Then her nose.
I’m afraid to kiss her mouth because I know exactly how I’ll feel—wrecked for anyone else ever again.
Before I can hesitate longer, she shifts, and her lips catch mine.
And holy….
God.
Ashley Hill’s mouth is obscene.
Our kiss is…
Beautiful.
A touch sweet.
A lot dirty.
