Sun-Kissed (Love In All Seasons 1)

I bite my bottom lip… knowing how I want this story to end. I want to get everything I ever dreamed of having.

“How do you suggest we change the ending?” I ask, lowering my chin and raising my eyes.

“Depends on how much of an adventure you’re looking for, Alice.”

A smile spreads across my face. If I really want this… I need to let him know what I have in mind.

“I want a big adventure.”

He cocks an eyebrow, his fingers on the towel. We both know what is underneath.

“How big?” He looks down at his groin. “Because this adventure is pretty damn huge.”

He’s flirting with me. This sexy, wild, untamed man is flirting with me. Alice. Alice the cellist who has never had anything between her legs but an instrument.

And not like at band camp.

Nothing kinky… nothing even scandalous.

Nothing like this.

“Show me.”

He steps toward me. The cabin is suddenly as hot as a furnace, my body no longer shivering.

Now I am trembling.

“I’ll give you an ending, Alice, but first we need a beginning.” His eyes shine in desire and it makes me feel beautiful and wanted. Feelings I have never experienced before.

“Then let’s start the story,” I tell him, taking hold of my life just like I wanted.

He drops his towel, looking down at his cock... and my eyes follow his.

Oh, my holy hotness.

“This, Alice, won’t be a story. This will be a fucking fairy tale.”Chapter ThreeThe blanket is pulled tight around her, the only thing bared to me is her neck and beautiful heart-shaped face.

But I already saw the rest, most of it anyways. When I took off her shirt and pants, I saw her creamy skin, perfect and untouched. There’s something about her petite figure, her big eyes--deep pools of unfulfilled wishes--that drew me to her instantly. And then when she speaks about not caring about material possessions, I know she’s someone special. But when Chum gave her a hearty hello, I know I’m fucking falling.

I’ve heard her speak only a handful of words, but they were enough for me to know she isn’t fiery spitball who is hell bent on getting her way.

No, she needs someone to help guide her to where she wants to go.

For today at least, I can be that someone.

With my towel dropped to the floor, my stiff cock is eager. All it took was one look at her beautiful face to warm up to the idea of a day-long sex marathon.

It’s been a hell of a long time since I had a perfect pussy. And I’m not going to waste this opportunity.

I reach over and crank up the thermostat. That will make this place a sauna, a fucking hot box with one purpose. We’ll get fucking high on one another. We’ll be so high we’ll float right out of here.

Her eyes are wide her now, looking at my bare body, but I know she likes what she sees. She bites her bottom lip, and when she adjusts her legs that are tucked up under her, she loses her grip on the blanket that covers her shoulders.

I’m not sure if that was intentional or not, but she doesn’t reach for it, doesn’t attempt to pull it back over herself, and I don’t help.

No, this is just how I want her. In the warming room, she sits in her wet panties and bra, looking like a mermaid just washed up on shore. And she’s looking at me with a hunger. The hunger that a woman has when she’s never tasted what she craves.

“What’s your name?” she asks. “I feel like before we...” She shakes her head, her words trailing off. “I just wondered what your name was us all.”

I can’t help but grin again, loving the hints she’s giving me, but I can tell she’s too shy to say it outright.

I have a few ideas of how I can finish her sentence.

Before we fuck.

Before I fill her with all I’ve got to give.

Before I take her hard and slow and nice and easy.

“I’m Aiden,” I tell her, not wanting to scare her away with my dirty ideas. “Would you like to shake my hand?” I raise an eyebrow, the grin unable to wash itself away.

She doesn’t answer, but she does offer me her hand, and when I take it, what I feel is electric. Her hand is so small in mine, but size doesn’t matter in this case.

I like the idea of being with a woman fragile like this, a woman who needs me to keep her in one piece.

“You like what you see?” I ask her.

“I do. I just never...” She shakes her head, heat rising to her cheeks and I love getting her worked up.

“You’ve never been face-to-face with a cock?”

She shakes her head. “Never.”

“That means –?”

“Yes. I’m a virgin, which means I haven’t had a lot of experience with men. Any, really. But I’ve thought about it, plenty.” Her eyes aren’t on mine. They’re on my steel rod.