else. He tasted like brownie from the dessert at his parents’ house. He smelled like cologne and body soap. His chest was against my shoulder, and I felt the power and strength underneath.
Instead of just kissing me, he felt my lips. He massaged them slowly, not rushing anything. Every kiss was purposeful. He sucked my bottom lip before he pulled away slowly and looked me in the eye. When he saw the same emotion reflected in my eyes, he brushed his lips across mine in a tantalizing way.
Oh wow.
Then he kissed me again, this time his hand digging into my hair. He gripped it possessively then yanked on it, tilting my face toward his. Then he kissed me harder, his tongue moving into my mouth and dancing with mine. He gave me just the right amount before he pulled away and kissed my lips again. Every action he made was predetermined but spontaneous. When he released a quiet moan into my mouth, along with his hot breath, I knew he really enjoyed it.
Just the way I did.
His lips pulled away from mine as he moved up my jaw and to my neck. Then his mouth found my ear as his hand glided up my thigh. “You. Are. Beautiful.” His arm moved around my waist and he abruptly pulled me down the couch until I was beneath him.
Ash kept his arm around me as he moved his mouth to my chest. He kissed the skin above my top and the hollow of my throat. One hand moved up my thigh but below the bottom of my dress. He squeezed me in a teasing way, making me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life. “If you want me to stop, you better tell me now.”
“Why the hell would I ever want you to stop?” I wasn’t myself all over again. Just like last week, I was drunk. I was in a different place, somewhere I never wanted to return from.
He stopped kissing me for just a moment, giving me that cocky grin I’d come to love, and then his hand moved further up my thigh until he reached my thong. His fingers felt the lace as he moved it over. He pressed his face close to mine and watched the fire in my eyes. I held the gaze because the desire in his was too powerful to look away from.
His fingers grazed over my entrance, feeling the moisture that leaked just for him. Then he moved his fingers until he found the nub that was aching for him. Gently and in a circular motion, he massaged it.
I immediately gripped his biceps when I felt him. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I felt pathetic letting him see me so easily seduced. It was even more obvious I hadn’t had a good lay in a long time.
His lips found mine and he kissed me slowly. Never once did he take me in an aggressive way like I imagined he would. Every touch was particular. He seemed to be enjoying this so much that he wasn’t in a hurry to reach the final act.
His fingers rubbed me harder, giving me that pressure that made my entire body burn. My legs started to twitch because they didn’t know what to do. Everything felt so good. I wanted to widen my legs even further but the back of the couch was in the way.
“Ash…” I spoke into his mouth and the word came out incoherent. But the meaning was still the same.
He took a deep breath as he kissed me, like the word moved down his spine in a pleasurable way. He continued to rub my clitoris before he inserted two fingers inside me. Even I could feel how wet I was, so it was obvious to him. It was dripping all over his fingers. He released a quiet moan as he felt the moisture on his fingertips. “That pussy is ready for my cock.”
Oh god. I’d never met a man who could talk dirty like that.
He pulled his fingers to his mouth and sucked the juice. Then he returned to kissing me, the taste of my salty sweetness still on his lips.
My hands immediately moved to his shirt and I yanked it over his head. His perfect body was revealed to me, all muscle. My hand moved to his side where a red rose was tattooed on the skin. I knew that was where he’d been shot. It was beautiful in an inexplicable