“I hope so.” I give her a goofy grin. “I told you I’m not good at this.”
“You’re doing just fine.” Aerin gives me a half smile. “I’m the one who keeps putting my foot in my mouth. Now you have me wondering why you haven’t run away from me and my thoughtless suggestions.”
“They weren’t thoughtless,” I say. “I understand what you meant. I’m just not sure that’s something I can do.”
“I know, and I didn’t mean to suggest that you would. I’m just feeling helpless, and I need some kind of plan.”
“Hopefully, we’ll come up with one tomorrow.”
Aerin lies down beside me, using her pack as a pillow. I take her hand in mine and stare up at the darkening sky, wondering what it was like when stars were visible.
“You’re supposed to reciprocate, you know,” Aerin says abruptly.
“Reciprocate?”
“I told you what I liked about you,” she says. “You’re supposed to say what you like about me.”
“I am?”
“Definitely.”
“Oh.” I think for a minute, trying to find the right words. “Every time I get near you, my heart pounds, and I can’t think straight. I told you about the worst shit I’ve done, and you’re still here.”
“So, you admire my staying power?”
“No.” I laugh. “It’s not that. I just feel…right with you. I can’t explain it.”
“That’s okay,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll give you a day or two to come up with the perfect words.”
“Can I start with actions?”
“I think that would be acceptable.”
Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I pull her close to me and kiss her gently. I lick her lower lip, and open my mouth when I feel her tongue against my lips. I kiss her harder, deeper, and run my hand from her side to her hip, pressing my body against hers.
Aerin groans into my mouth as she reaches underneath my arms and grips my back. She clambers into my lap without breaking the kiss, and I grab on to her hips, pulling her down against my stiff cock.
A moment later, Aerin grabs the edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. She kisses me again—hard—as she yanks at my belt and loosens my pants. I feel her warm fingers wrap around my dick, and I gasp into her mouth.
“Get your pants off,” she says darkly. “I need you, Talen. Now.”
“Okay.” I shake my head. I still feel like an idiot every time I open my mouth. I quickly push my jeans down and kick them off.
The cool air hits my body, and I reach over and grab my pack to lie the towels down on the ground. While Aerin pulls her shirt over her head and removes her jeans, I spread my jacket on top of the towels to give us a little more comfort. Aerin lies down and grabs my hands, pulling me on top of her. Her eyes twinkle with excitement as I position myself.
I ease into her slowly, and it’s as if I’m sliding into a warm bath. The physical sensation is without comparison, but it’s the total relaxation inside my head that makes me want to stay like this forever.
Aerin lifts her head, pressing her mouth hard against mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. She tightens her muscles around me, forcing me deeper inside.
“Harder,” she says.
I comply happily.
With my head tucked against her shoulder and neck, I lose myself in a fast, hard rhythm and the sweet smell of her hair and skin. Sweat forms and trickles down my back, and my knees are getting sore from the hard ground, but I don’t care. Nothing matters except the clashing of our bodies and the sensation building in the pit of my stomach.
Aerin twists a little and places her hand on my shoulder.
“I want on top.”