Undercurrent by Aurora Reese

Author:Aurora Reese [Reese, Aurora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-06-03T00:00:00+00:00

Seven

Unbridled

“Stay.”

A shiver ran through me. I was drowning in desire for him. I turned my face towards his, and our lips met. His were firm and warm, cautious, but lustful. At once, I was twenty-one again, giddy, full of the libido of my youth. My heart was a hummingbird in my chest, thrumming in my temples, a high-pitched ringing in my ears. His caress along my arm sent a rush through me, my fingers tingling. Thrills raced over my skin, penetrated into my bones. What started as timid and reserved quickly escalated to a wanton disregard for anything else but each other. A fire ignited within me that I hadn’t felt in so long, it almost hurt. My desire grew exponentially with each rush of breath, each stroke of lip on lip. My fingers ran through his hair, over the back of his neck, drawing him closer and closer until there was no space left between us. His arms enveloped my waist, sliding over the gauzy fabric of my linen shorts, and I wanted nothing more than to take him inside myself.

He ended the kiss first, a few soft brushes of his lips against mine, and there we stood, breathless and embracing against the door of his villa. The ringing in my ears had been replaced by the pounding of my pulse, beating to the rhythm of my now lascivious greed. “Whoa,” I said unintentionally.

He smiled. “You’re sure?”

“No more talking,” I oozed.

He swept me up off my feet, my legs encircled his waist, and he carried me to the back of the room. Up the two steps of the dais, he dropped me on the bed—he was not lying about the softness, it was plush and amazing—and immediately tore off his top. I was taken aback. What appeared as the start of a good amount of weight in his torso was suddenly revealed to be much more of an impressive ‘dad-bod,’ if I understood the term correctly. Broad shoulders, a wide expanse of a chest that looked powerful, and a solidly firm stomach. It occurred to me that actually strong people didn’t always look like body builders. In fact, if I had to choose the physique I found most attractive, the contestants for Mr. Universe could hit the road, because I would always choose this. “My god, Jason. You need to stop hiding your physique under baggy clothes.”

I pulled off my shirt and my bra, and a crooked and amused smirk spread across his face. “Says this goddess of loveliness shrouded in burlap,” he replied.

“Oh, shut up,” I replied, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that tried to tell me he was lying. He wanted me, and that was evident in both the hunger in his gaze and the heat that flowed toward me. That, plus the newfound confidence I was feeling since the zipline, quashed any shred of negativity left over from my more recent past of insecurity.

I sat up and pulled him to me by the waist of his shorts.

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