RUSH (Montgomery Men #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,45

to rest on the button of his pants. He didn’t speak as he closed the distance between us.

My hands remained braced on the sink before me as I continued to look at him in the mirror. There was something erotic about watching him approach as he worked himself free.

He leaned over just enough to slip his hand beneath the hem of my long gown before standing again, bringing the silk material up my body, exposing my legs. The cloth bunched up as he continued to lift higher and finally brought it to rest on my hips. The cool air chilled my exposed backside, and I closed my eyes for just a moment when he glided a palm over my thigh.

“You’re so perfect,” he said appraisingly.

I wanted to argue, but the thoughts were long forgotten when he slipped his finger beneath the hem of my panties. I leaned over the counter, arching my ass higher, opening myself up more.

The growl that escaped him when he found I was already wet sent a rush of excitement through me. “You wanted this,” he said.

Biting my lip, I looked up at his reflection in the mirror. I didn’t need to agree with him; he already knew it was true. I couldn’t hide my desire for him even if I tried. Anticipation had my legs shaking as I gripped the edge of the sink while he lowered his boxers enough to free himself.

The moment the head of his cock nudged against me, I closed my eyes, waiting for him to fill me.

“Open your eyes.” His demanding tone didn’t frightened me; it only excited me more. “Don’t look away, baby. Look at me.”

I locked my eyes on him through our reflections in the mirror.

His jaw tensed with the intensity of the moment as he ever so slowly slipped inside me. The way his eyes drooped lazily showed that he too was lost in pleasure as he pulled back only to push into me once again.

I remained frozen in a trance from his thrusting. The way he gripped my hips to control his movements as he continued to move against me was mesmerizing. He slipped his strong hand farther beneath the material of my dress and brought it to rest on my lower back, sending chills over my sensitive skin. I was so fucking insanely turned on that nothing could penetrate the haze I had fallen into.

I pushed back against him with each thrust of his hips, allowing him that extra depth. At this angle he was hitting that sweet spot within me over and over, causing the knot in my stomach to tighten even more.

“Let go,” he cooed. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

I was thankful he didn’t call me Kiera. I didn’t want that ugliness of those lies to taint this moment.

I wanted to remember it forever.

I woke to the feeling of something tickling the space just above my left eyebrow.

I opened my eyes and found Ashton only a few inches away, staring at me as he stroked my forehead with a finger.

“What happened here?” he asked.

I realized he was referring to the small scar above my left eyebrow. I tried to hide my body’s reaction to the memory of the night I gained that particular mark, but it was hard. Jase was so angry that night, and the memories still haunted me.

“When I was a senior in college, I thought I could jump off the diving board and do a flip, like my friend’s brother,” I said, thinking of a story quickly. The lie left a bitter taste in my mouth. “I face-planted on the edge of the board, and this was the result.” I shrugged, touching the small indentation as my throat tightened.

“And this one?” he asked as he traced the half-moon scar along my jaw. Apparently Mr. Montgomery was taking this morning to analyze each imperfection of my past.

I tucked my chin and brought my hand to rest on the second scar. When he brushed my hand away, I laughed nervously to hide the uncomfortable feeling rising in my chest.

“Something tells me this one has an equally amusing story behind it,” he said, and I was thankful he hadn’t picked up on my nervousness.

If being hit by an angry, drunk man wearing a ring was amusing, then yeah, I guess you could call the story behind this scar humorous.

“I will never try roller-skating drunk again,” I said with a fake smile. “As if it isn’t hard enough without alcohol involved, I decided to take