“Say something to me in French, Ashton.”
“Like what?”
“Anything,” she says, picking up her burger and taking a bite. Her tongue juts out, licking the tiny bit of sauce from her lip, and it makes my cock go from a semi to a full-blown hard-on.
I want that tongue on me.
“Okay.” I think for a moment and smile to myself when I come up with the perfect thing. “Je veux voir tes lèvres douces enroulées autour de ma bite.”
“That sounds so sexy,” she replies around the food in her mouth.
I chuckle because she has no idea what I said. She’d slap me if she knew I just told her I’d like to see her sweet lips wrapped around my dick.
I need to speak to her in French more often.
I get the same uneasy feeling I had this morning as we climb the stairs to her apartment. Our time together is almost over, and I don’t want it to be. What is it with this woman? She has me tied up in knots.
“Can I come in for a minute?” I ask once we reach her door.
“I’m not falling for that trick again.”
“What trick?”
“You only want to come in so you can steal Elijah?”
“That’s not why I want to come in,” I say, chuckling. “Though rest assured when the time is right, that fucker is going down.”
We both laugh. “Poor Elijah, what did he ever do to you?”
“He stole what’s mine.”
“And what’s that exactly?”
“Your orgasms, Em, that’s what. They belong to me, remember?”
She swallows nervously. “No, they don’t.”
“Yes, they do!” I grin when she doesn’t argue. She’d never admit it, but she likes that I own her orgasms. “Now, are you going to let me come in or not?” I step into her personal space, our bodies are almost touching as I place my forehead against hers. Her delicious vanilla scent surrounds me, and our closeness makes my heart rate accelerate. I want to kiss her. I’ve been fantasying about my lips on hers all day. “One minute, Em, that’s all I’m asking.”
Because I’m pretty sure that’s all I need.
I’m skilled at my craft.
“What can you do in one minute?”
“Touch you… I want to finish what I started last week on the beach. And before you say anything, I mean with my hand, not my mouth. I don’t want to be branded as another one of your halves.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “There’s no limit to touching.”
“Irrelevant. I still need to finish what I started. I’m not a half-in kind of guy.”
“Is that so?”
Leaning in, I run my nose up the side of her neck and feel her shiver. “I can’t bear the thought of you going to bed with that fake fucker… especially after spending most of your day with me.” I pull back, feathering my lips across hers, hoping to seal the deal. She likes it when I kiss her, I know.
I like it too.
“I’m your fake girlfriend, so going to bed with a fake fucker is quite fitting.”
“Don’t be a wiseass, Emma.”
She blows out a puff of air, and I can sense her indecision, so I up the ante. “Come on, Em. You know you want my hands on you.” I want my hands on you. “I don’t want to do it out here where people might see, but if you won’t let me come in, you’ll leave me no choice.”
I wouldn’t do that to her, but I’m not above throwing in an idle threat here and there. I’m used to getting what I want, and I’ll play dirty if I have to. I arch an eyebrow as I await her reply.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
That’s not the answer I was hoping for.
Raising my hands, I cup her face. “Trust me, Em. Let me do this for you, and then I’ll leave, I promise. I don’t expect anything in return.”
Please, say yes.
After a brief pause, she nods her head, and I do an inner fist pump. She finds me irresistible.
“Thank you.”
There’s a huge smile on my face as I take the keys out of her hands and open the door. Emma’s nervous, and I get that. She makes me nervous too.
I rest my hand on the small of her back as I lead her inside. The moment the door closes behind us, I’m on her.
I’m desperate.
Her back hits the wall as my lips crash into hers. “Em,” I breathe as my arms encircle her waist, drawing her closer. “I’ve been dying to do this all day.”
She tosses the clutch in her hand onto the floor before burying her fingers in my hair. Our kiss deepens. It’s feverous, hot, and so fucking good. She tastes like all that’s right in the world. I waste no time as my hands travel over her hips, pausing when I reach her outer thighs. My fingers grasp around her leg, lifting and anchoring it around my waist. Emma’s body hums with anticipation.
My other hand moves behind her, following the contour of her back. I grab a fist full of her hair, wrapping it around my wrist, so I can tilt her head back and gain better access to her delicious mouth.
When my lips trail across her jawline and down her neck, Emma mewls. She tastes so damn sweet.
Rolling my hips forward, I rock against her pussy, hitting right where she needs it. My cock is so hard it could slice through granite.
I need to feel her skin.
My hand moves up to her waist, tugging on the bow that resides there. It’s been taunting me all evening, especially knowing it’s all that lies between me and seeing what’s underneath. It’s like unwrapping a gift.
The best gift ever.
The light silk fabric parts, collecting by her sides.
I have to see her.
Drawing back, I retreat one step.
A deep rumble rips from the back of my throat as I take her in. Her hair is slightly disheveled, and her plump lips are swollen from my kiss. Her pink lace bra strains against her ample mounds. Fuck, I could suffocate in her cleavage and die a happy man.
My eyes move over her toned stomach. She’s perfect. I’m expecting more lace when my gaze travels further, but instead, I find cotton briefs with tiny cupcakes on them. The smile on my face grows, they may not be sexy, but they’re so fucking sweet, just like her.
By the time our eyes meet once more, she’s blushing. “You’re flawless, Em…” Kiss. “So perfect…” Kiss.
She intakes a sharp breath when my thumb glides over one of her hardened peaks. Everything in me wants to strip her naked, so I can lick and taste every damn inch of her.
I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.
But her innocence and inexperience mean I have to take things slow. I know where she’s come from now, and she deserves to be worshiped. I don’t want to fuck this up. Mark my words, one day I’m going to take her the way I need. I want to own her body, possess it, but not here, not now.
I dip down to place a kiss on the swell of her breast as I palm the other one with my hand. They’re so soft, so beautiful. She whimpers as her head tilts back, and her body arches into my touch. Leaning in, I lick a path from the base of her exposed neck to her chin.
“Ashton,” she breathes, bringing her face back in line with mine. “I need you to touch me.”
My lips turn up as they move in to lock with hers. I knew it, she’s desperate for my touch. Stepping forward, I push her further into the wall as my fingers skate down her abdomen. Her skin is softer than the silk of her dress.