He scrunches them in his hand, bringing them to his nose once more. “Your scent is addictive.” As hot and slightly disturbing as that is, I never pictured him as an underwear sniffer.
“I’m keeping these,” he says, shoving them into his pocket.
My eyes widen as I sit up. “No, you’re not,” I reply, mortified.
Ashton grabs my legs and slides me to the edge, settling in between them. His expression softens as he cups my face. “I’m not Kyle Sanders, they’re for my eyes only. Trust me when I say I’d never do that to you. Besides, they have tiny donuts on them, Em. They’re symbolic to us. Donuts are our thing, it’s how we met. Please, can I keep them?”
He brushes his lips against mine, and my heart melts a fraction more. But, as sweet as his declaration is, my head is still screaming no.
“Please.”
“Why do I have trouble saying no to you?”
“Because I’m irresistible, and you think I’m hot.”
I laugh. He’s so full of himself. “You’re not, and I don’t.”
He is, and I do.
“Don’t lie to me, Emma.”
I roll my eyes. “What are you going to do with them?”
“Nothing, I just want to keep them. That way I’ll have a part of you with me always.”
Gah! My heart.
“Are you going to sniff them?”
“You better believe I am.”
“You’re sick.”
He gives me a panty-melting smile and winks, totally embracing his deviant behavior.
“Do you do that often?”
“Nope, you’re my first.”
My heart sores.
I like that I’m his first.
“Fine, you can keep them.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
ASHTON
Gently laying her back on the countertop, I remove her high heels and place her feet on my shoulders. I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to her, and I can’t wait to dig in.
I stand there for a moment taking her in. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does at this moment.
My eyes meet hers, and although there’s a pretty pink blush on her cheeks, she’s smiling. I skim the pad of my thumb across her clit, and her body trembles.
I observe her intently. As much as I’m dying to do this, I need to make sure she’s completely on board. I don’t want to force her into doing anything she’s not ready for.
I glide my fingers through her slick folds, and she whimpers. I love how responsive she is to my touch.
She’s so wet for me.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Leaning in, I run my tongue from her inner thigh down to her knee before moving to the other leg. I repeat the motion, but this time with open-mouth kisses. I keep going until her body is quaking, and she’s near incoherent with need.
“Please,” she begs.
“What do you want, sweet-thing?” I ask, my voice calm and controlled. I need to hear her say it.
“Your mouth… I need your mouth on me.”
“That’s my girl.” The corners of my lips turn up as I bear down on her piece of heaven, sucking her clit into my mouth. She releases a long, drawn-out moan as her back arches off the counter. She tastes so sweet.
It’s been over six years since I’ve gone down on a woman. And, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get my fill of this one. The more I have of her, the more I seem to want.
Emma’s hands slide into my hair, and she tugs on the strands when I latch onto her clit with ravenous ferocity.
“Ashton.”
Fuck, I love hearing her say my name like that. I want to own and possess every inch of her.
“Tu es à moi.” You’re mine.
My mouth and tongue work her over as I slip two fingers into her heat. When I rock them inside her, hitting her sweet spot, she cries out and arches off the countertop. The beautiful sounds that continue to fall from her lips are like music to my ears.
Drawing back, I blow hot air over her clit before sucking it into my mouth once more. Her thighs grip my head like a vice, and her legs begin to shake.
She’s close.
Swirling my tongue around, I scissor my fingers inside her, twisting them back and forth. She tugs on my hair again as her entire body starts to convulse, and she bucks against my face. I groan against her, and the vibrations send her over the edge.
I smile against her flesh when she screams out my name. Her response is as wild as my passion is for her.
My job here is done.
I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “J’ai mal à être à l’intérieur de vous,” I whisper against her soft skin. I’m aching to be inside you.
Emma lets out a breathy sigh as I stand to full height and lift her off the countertop. My knuckles graze her cheek after I pull her skirt back down. She’s all flushed from her arousal, and I already want her again.
“Sit, I’m going to cook you dinner,” I say, lightly kissing her nose.
“You can cook?”
“Yes, Emma, I can cook. What kind of question is that?”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all. You grew up with servants.”
“As I said, I spent a lot of time with the staff while my parents were off having a life. I used to hang out in the kitchen sometimes.” I shrug. “One of their chefs taught me the basics.”
“I’m impressed.”
“That’s because I’m impressive.”
“Of course, you are,” she says, giggling.
I glance over at Duke, and he’s humping his pillow again. I flick my head in his direction.
“Oh my God,” she says with a snort as she buries her face in her hands. “We’ve created a monster. We’re the worst parents ever.”
I laugh. “We’re kick-ass parents.”
“We’re perverted parents. Look what we just did in front of him.”
“I’m going to hook him up.”
“Hook him up how?”
“You know, a booty call.” She laughs because she thinks I’m joking. “I’m serious. Our son isn’t dying a virgin, Emma. I won’t allow it.”
“You’re nuts. What are you going to do, take him to a doggy brothel?”
“Wiseass. Rosita, my housekeeper, knows a breeder. She’s going to make some inquiries for me.”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course, I’m serious. His manhood is in question here.”
“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. He isn’t well.”
“If he can hump a pillow, he can—”
“Okay, I get it,” she says holding her hand in front of her.
I chuckle. “For someone who sucks cock like a porn star, you’re a little on the prudish side, Miss Phoenix.”
She crosses her arms in front of her, pushing up those perky tits of hers. “I’m not prudish, Barclay.”
I reach over the counter and lightly squeeze her cheek between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re cute when you’re mad. It turns me on.”
Emma’s eyes narrow as she jerks back, tugging her face out of my grip.