I knew it was wrong but I just didn’t care. Not now. I kept my eyes on Ashton as she gasped for air and I discarded my jeans. She was all that mattered. I had to have her. The heavy-lidded eyes that stared up at me slowly widened in excitement as she watched me strip down.
My hands trembled as I reached into the pocket of my jeans to grab the condom I’d gotten out of my glove compartment. God, what was she doing to me?
“Can I do it?” Ashton asked in a husky, satisfied voice that only made my c**k throb harder. I’d made her feel that good. I’d put that tone in her voice.
“What, the condom?” I asked, holding myself over her as I went to kiss her swollen lips. I needed a taste. I’d never be able to move on from this. I couldn’t give this up.
“Yes,” she replied against my mouth.
Chuckling I slipped the small foil package into her hand. “Only because I can’t tell you no. Just do it quick, please.”
“Does it hurt? I mean, you know, to put one on?” she asked as I moved back, kneeling between her legs.
“Not the way you think. I’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
A naughty twinkle in her eyes had me groaning in frustration. Damn, she was going to drive me crazy. She reached out and the first touch of her soft hands almost had me losing it right there. I wanted to watch her but I knew I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Closing my eyes tightly I fisted my hands and waited, trying hard not to think about what she was doing.
Once the condom was completely on I snapped my eyes back open and grabbed both of Ashton’s hands, pressing them up over her head with one of mine and panted while staring down at her.
“Give me a minute,” I explained in a tight voice, trying desperately to hold it together. I had to calm down. She needed me to go slow.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and drew in a long breath. This was my Ash. This moment was one I’d fantasized about for years. It was something I never thought I’d have. Another tremble went through me and Ashton turned her head to kiss the side of my face.
“I want this, Beau. I want this with you.”
Those were definitely words I’d never expected to hear.
Shifting, I released her hands and held myself over her with each hand planted firmly beside her head. I couldn’t speak. Words were impossible. I kissed her softly before lowering my body until I was in position.
Her soft gasp as I pressed inside her tight warmth caused me to pause. Fuck, this was hard. She was so tight, so hot, I needed in.
When she lifted her hips to press me further inside I shuddered and sank in until I felt the barrier I knew was going to be painful for her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“It’s okay, Beau, please don’t stop,” she said, rocking against me.
Covering her mouth with mine I pressed further with one hard thrust. The small cry against my mouth caused me to still instantly. I began kissing her gently. Anything to get her mind off the pain. She slowly started to rock against me and I knew any restraint I had was gone. I was inside Ashton. Finally.
Chapter 8
Beau
Today, I was supposed to cut three different lawns. However, I’d just called and rescheduled all of them moments before Ashton came running out of the woods and toward my truck. Last night had changed everything for me. I needed to tell her exactly how I felt but I couldn’t do it right now. I didn’t want to have that conversation yet. I just wanted to enjoy being with her. We were going to spend the day at the beach today and blend in with all the tourists. Hanging out together in town wasn’t an option. At least not until Sawyer came home and I talked with him. I couldn’t let her go. Not now. This one time in my life I wasn’t going to sit back and watch Sawyer have it all. I needed Ashton. I loved her in a way I knew my cousin never could.
She opened the passenger door and climbed inside. God help me, she had on a pair of tiny shorts and an even tinier top, giving me a peek at her belly button. The beach was a forty-five minute drive and she was going to make me crazy dressed like that.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling as she slid over beside me and straddled the stick shift. All worries of Sawyer fled my mind.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I replied and leaned over to kiss her. She immediately sighed and moved closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. It took all my self-control to pull back.
“Don’t you want to get out of here first?” I asked.
She pouted as if I’d just taken away her favorite toy and sat back, crossing her arms over her chest.
“How’re you feeling today,” I asked, pulling out onto the road. Her dimple winked at me. It took extreme will power to keep driving and not pull over so I could kiss that sweet spot.
“I’m fine . . . I mean, better than fine. I’m . . .” She paused and I glanced down to see her cheeks flush a pretty bright pink. I couldn’t keep from chuckling at the innocent blush on her face. Reaching down I gently pulled one of the small hands she was wringing nervously in her lap and threaded my fingers through hers while the first stirrings of possessiveness came over me.