Beautiful Burn by Adriane Leigh Read Free Book Online

sexual tension driving me to the edge. I jogged down the shore,
over the bridge, then landed feet first on the bank just like she had
when she'd jumped down from the old trestles.
    I didn’t think twice before I
tore off my shirt, kicked my shoes off, and pulled the jeans down my
legs. I gritted my teeth when I realized a second too late that I now
stood there in my boxer briefs, raging hard on tenting the thin
fabric, and was about to jump into frigid water despite the early
June sun.
    “Fuck, here goes,” I
muttered as I locked my foot in the rope, feeling like an overgrown
kid. I launched myself next to her in the water without a second
thought and felt freedom for the first time in my entire adult life.
As water spilled over my muscles, I smiled like I hadn't in months.
Maybe even years. Kicking my feet to drive me to the surface, I
wondered where I'd landed in relation to Auburn.
    And then I felt her.
    Auburn’s slick, smooth body
sidled up against mine under the surface. My head came up, and
pushing the water from my eyes, I saw her. The evening light kissing
her skin, the white of her tank now transparent, the color of her
matching neon green bra and the faintest outline of a nipple visible
underneath.
    My dick jerked and I wanted
more than anything on the entire planet to cup her breast, hold the
weight of it in my hand, thumb the nipple and coax it out further,
and cover the soft peaked flesh with my warm tongue. I wanted to
lick, suck, taste, feel. I wanted to feel .
    “Auburn,” I murmured
without thinking, my eyes glazing over her wayward hair falling
soaked around her shoulders.
    “Yeah?” she breathed as she
watched me. I felt the current she created as she kicked her legs
under to stay afloat. Her foot hit mine and she stumbled in her
rhythm, causing her hand to shoot out and grab my shoulder to stay
righted.
    “I want to do a whole host of
things I shouldn’t want to do to you, but for the life of me, I
can’t bring myself to care,” I admitted in equal parts
frustration and lust.
    She licked her lips as drips of
water trailed down her neck. “Good,” she said softly, yet
clearly.
    She was so bold and brave,
unlike anyone I’d ever met. My hands met her skin and just like
that, all barriers were removed and we were attached. One of her legs
curved around my hip while I treaded water softly, the kicks of my
feet mimicking the thrusting of my tongue as I devoured her mouth. I
licked at her lips, fisted my fingers through her wet hair and
pulled, curving her neck to expose it to my teeth as I took. I ground
my still rock-hard, despite the rushing river water, dick against her
pelvis and imagined slipping that little scrap of neon fabric aside
and slipping inside her.
    Soft moans fell from her lips
as she arched her body and pushed with as much fervor as I met her
with. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades and she pulled, leaving
what I’m sure would be fiery red scratches. Her lips trailed the
rough stubble of my jaw, over my Adam's apple, and down my neck as
she moaned and writhed. There may have been frigid as fuck river
water rushing around us, but we were on fire. Scorching hot with no
chance of relief.
    I couldn't think about
intelligent adult responsibilities like consequences and actions as I
let out all the pent up frustration I’d had for her these last few
weeks. I relished the feel of her in my arms and took as much as I
dared at this moment.
    We broke away, our chests
heaving with shallow breaths. Her eyes flared before she lunged and
caught my bottom lip between her teeth. I massaged my hands through
her hair and engaged in sweet kisses alternating with feral nips
before I settled my hands at her waist and began to guide her towards
shore.
    “We should stop before anyone
sees.” I paused in waist-deep water. She only nodded and relaxed
her arms in response, sliding down my body, torturous inch by
torturous inch, before her feet landed on the sandy river bottom. “We
can’t do