Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

He shakes his head and then kisses me again on the neck to show that it isn’t too soon. “Why aren’t we going back to your place?”

I swallow, trying to calm my breathing that is much too fast. “Because I fell in love with your place while you were gone.”

A slow grin returns to his face as he sits back, staring at me. “You’ve been staying at my place while I was gone?”

I nod.

“I think I just fell even more in love with you, if that’s possible.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he kisses my neck again, and a moan comes out instead. All of my thoughts disappear. I try to focus on driving back to his place, but my attention

is definitely on his soft lips that caress every inch of my neck.

I don’t know how I make it back to his place, but somehow, I do. I jump out of the car, already knowing the perfect place that I want him to fuck me. I start running, and he chases me. He likes the thrill of the chase; I know that much.

And, now that he has me, now that he doesn’t have to chase me anymore, will I be enough?

But I don’t have to worry about that. Right now, I run until I find a secluded spot where the ocean tide is high.

Asher catches up to me and grabs me from behind, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses me again and again. He stops with his arms around me, and we look out at the sun over the ocean.

“Come inside. I want you in my bed.”

I shake my head. “No. The beach is our place. I want you here.”

He chuckles. “I’m not fucking you against the sand again.”

“I’m not asking you to.” I look down at the ocean in front of us.

I don’t wait for him to give me all the reasons that the ocean is just as bad or worse of a place to fuck than the sand. I’m sure it is, but I’ve never fucked in the ocean before. And, even if it isn’t perfect, it is what we both need.

Because, as much as he now looks like a thief, I need him to look like Asher again. The man I fell in love with, who has a heart. Who cares about other people, about me. Who loves me.

I grab his hand and lead him into the ocean until we are both waist-deep and covered with water.

“I need Asher tonight. The man I fell in love with, not the thief,” I say.

“I can be whatever you want, Sloane. I wanted you to be mine, but instead, I’m yours.”

I smile weakly and then stare at the sweatshirt that is covering his chest and body. Clothes that make him look so much like a thief instead of the man I fell in love with. I grab hold of the zipper and slowly lower it. His hard chest and abs come into view. I remove the sweatshirt and then hand it to Asher, who curiously looks at me.

“Throw it out into the ocean,” I say.

He frowns. “You know this is littering.”

I sigh. “Just do it. You need to let your past go.”

He takes the sweatshirt and wads it up in a ball. Then, he throws it as hard as he can out into the ocean. We both stand for a moment, looking at it as it disappears beneath a wave.

When we look at each other, I jump into Asher’s strong arms, and he carries me out further into the ocean. I grab on to his short hair that I know will eventually grow back into the long waves, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He rubs his hands up my thighs under the light sundress I’m wearing until he is grabbing my ass.

He kisses me, showing me how much he is mine. He pulls my lip into his mouth while I move my hand up and down his neck, grabbing hard, needing him desperately. He stops walking when we are both about chest-deep in the water.

He pulls our lips apart, just far enough that he can look me in the eye. I think he is going to say something serious about why he loves me or wants me.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says.

I laugh but realize that I don’t have a condom either. I think he expects me to pull one out of my bra again or something.