RUSH (Montgomery Men #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,34

very little about her life, like where she came from, what her family was like, or how she found herself in New York.

“You know her work?” I asked.

The excitement on her face quickly shifted to nervousness.

“Oh, well, um.” she fidgeted and looked down at her feet, a gesture she used when she was trying to avoid a topic or stall. “Mr. Wright has a couple of her paintings in his office, and I think they’re beautiful.”

Instead of pushing to find out if that was, in fact, true, I brushed it off and chose a different route. I picked up the controller from the table at my side and I turned on the surround sound. The room was suddenly filled with slow and sultry music.

Kiera looked up and smiled while I closed the distance between us and pulled her body to mine.

“And he knows how to dance,” she whispered.

I chuckled because she said this as if she was a little surprised.

“Only when the woman I have the opportunity to dance with smells as amazing as you.” I buried my nose in her hair, and she nuzzled in just a little closer.

This relaxed exchange with Kiera almost felt natural. She made me feel free to let go of the stiff suit I portrayed myself as outside of my home and just be myself. I held her close as we moved together as if we had been doing it for years. When she titled her head back to look up at me, I took the opportunity to kiss her softly. The moment was simple, peaceful. There was nothing sexual about it, but the intimate pattern we had fallen into was almost instinctual. It didn’t take effort, or deep thought; we just flowed together like we were meant to be here like this with each other.

I would ask later about her past and things that every couple should know about one another. For now I just wanted to enjoy this moment together.

KINSLEY

THE WATER CASCADED OVER MY back as I braced myself against the shower wall before me and looked back over my shoulder, mesmerized by Ashton’s beauty as the water beaded on his body. He held my bare hips tightly as he drove into me over and over, chasing his own release, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open slightly in entrancement. He tilted his head back, and his arms flexed as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. He bit down on his lower lip, but it did nothing to hide the animalistic growl that ripped from his chest each time he seated himself deep inside me.

My entire body shook from the force he used to fuck me.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned as he rotated his hips, grinding against me. “So fucking good.” He panted as his movements picked up, and I had to press harder against the wall for fear of slipping from the aggressive way he was taking me. Yet another orgasm formed deep inside me as he continued to stroke me in the most erotic way.

I told myself I would never again feel weak in the hands of any man again. But the way he took control wasn’t frightening, it was empowering. Knowing I was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made me feel stronger than I had ever felt before. I had never felt so high.

“Come, Kiera.” I flinched when he said the name I was now hating more than anything. I wanted so badly to have him moan Kinsley as he lost himself. Tears formed in my eyes as he continued to whisper “Kiera” over and over. I wanted to yell for him to stop, but the pure pleasure that ripped through me prevented me, and he hooked my waist just as he slammed inside me one last time. His warmth spread through me, and the power I’d felt earlier once again filled me.

I did this to him.

I made him lose his mind and all self-control.

I was the one he wanted, needed.

Me.

“So beautiful,” he panted against my ear. His body now hunched over mine as he heaved, trying to regain control. “I get so fucking lost in you,” he confessed.

“Me too,” I whispered.

So lost is was a little scary.

The last couple of days had been nothing short of perfect. It felt great to live again. To enjoy those moments when everything felt so new and exciting.

That was what being with Ashton felt like.

In public,