“Don’t,” I say, reaching for her. She thinks I’m rejecting her, just like the others. I can’t have her thinking that.
I pull her down onto my lap, engulfing her in my arms. Her body’s trembling as I hold her, or maybe that’s me. My grip intensifies as the fear sets in. The truth is, I want this as much as she does.
Probably more.
Definitely more.
I should just give her what she wants—what we both want. To hell with the consequences. Sooner or later I’m going to have to let her go, anyway. She’s never going to find the man she deserves—the one who can give her everything she desires—while I’m in the picture. I’m too selfish, I’d never allow that to happen.
I don’t want to share her with anyone.
She’s mine.
With the decision made, I lift her off my lap and stand. After throwing a Benjamin on the table, I reach for her hand and stride toward the exit.
“Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“My place.”
We travel in silence. I’m driving faster than I should because I need to get home. I’m desperate. I’m also worried if I analyze this too much, I’m going to end up doing something stupid like talking myself out of it.
I park in the basement and exit the car. She’s already getting out of the passenger side by the time I round the vehicle.
Reaching for her hand, I practically drag her toward the elevator. Once inside, I back her into the wall, my lips crashing onto hers.
I’ve missed her sweet mouth.
“Ashton,” she breathes as her fingers weave into my hair.
My hands slide down to her ass, lifting her off her floor. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Rolling my hips forward, I grind into her center. I’m so fucking hard, it’s been too long.
“Level four.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask before we step into my room. Because once I get her in there, I may not let her leave.
“I’m sure.”
As I stride toward my bed, I place my lips back on hers. Lying Emma in the down, I hover over her.
This is really happening.
My eyes search hers as I try to tame my raging heart. She must sense my trepidation because her hand comes up to rest on my cheek. “It won’t complicate things,” she says.
Yes, it will.
“I hope not.”
“It won’t if we don’t let it.”
I fall silent. A myriad of emotions course through me.
Need. Want. Desire. Fear.
“Please tell me we’ll still be friends tomorrow.”
“I’ll always be your friend, Em.”
“Then, that’s all that matters.”
She drags my mouth back to hers. The sheets are cool on our already heated skin. I need to be inside her yesterday, but I refuse to rush this. I plan on savoring every glorious second of it because this may be the end of us.
My lips skate across her jaw, and I groan into the side of her neck as I inhale her sweet vanilla scent. “I’ve missed your smell. You smell so fucking good.”
Lifting her torso off the bed, I slip her top over her head and unbutton her skirt. The sight of her has me sucking in a sharp breath. She’s wearing a red lace bra and her usual cotton panties.
“Fucking strawberries,” I mutter. “I can’t even look at donut or a cupcake for that matter without thinking of you. You can now add strawberries to that list.”
She laughs. Her donut panties have a permanent home underneath my pillow.
I remove her bra, freeing her spectacular tits. She’s so fucking perfect. Guiding her back down onto the bed, my tongue swirls around her hardened nipple before sucking it into my mouth, simultaneously caressing the other with my hand. So soft. Her lips part as a sweet moan falls from them, the sound going straight to my dick.
“You’re so beautiful, Em. So goddamn beautiful.”
Deliberately, I take it slow, I’m going to relish every damn second of my time with her.
Gradually, I move my way down her body, my lips skimming across every inch of her soft, smooth skin. I’m giving her what she craves. I’m going to worship her body like a temple.
Descending down her stomach, my predatory glare never leaves her once. I blow warm air over her navel before lapping it with my tongue.
“Mmm…”
“Do you like my mouth on you, Em?”
She nods, unable to form words, too lost in the sensation of me.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask as I rain tiny kisses along her lower abdomen. She replies with a whimper as I stand, sliding off her boots followed by her panties.
I stand there for a moment drinking her in. Taking in her naked glory. Perfection. It’s a sight I won’t soon forget. I’ve jacked off so many times to images of this, though nothing compares to actually having her here on my bed, laid out bare, and vulnerable before me.
Falling to my knees, I spread her legs wide, softly blowing air on her exposed bundle of nerves. Her breathing is coming in sporadic spirts as I glance up at her with a mischievous stare, making sure to lick my lips before diving in.
Emma’s back arches off the bed the moment I make contact with her flesh. Our eyes are locked as I lick a path from the base of her slit to the top.
She leans up on her elbows.
“Watch me fuck you with my mouth,” I say as I slide my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she breathes as her head falls back.
“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth, sweet-thing?”
“P… p… please.”
I smile against her skin. Emma releases a whimper when I slide two fingers inside her, savoring both her taste and the feel of her all at once.
When she raises her hips to my face, I place my free hand on her stomach to hold her down. Her body is completely at my mercy as she melts into my touch, craving everything I’m giving her and more.
In my pursuit to bring her to climax, I suck her clit harder and firmer. Her hands fist in the bed sheets, and her legs start to shake, so I know she’s close. “Come for me, Em.”
Her breathing becomes faster, heavier, and I groan against her flesh when her inner muscles begin to contract around my fingers. The most gratifying and sensual sound falls from her sweet lips as her body convulses beneath me.
This woman undoes me in so many ways.
I continue my assault until I’ve milked every ounce of her pleasure. I could do this with her for the rest of my life and never tire.
I rain soft kisses along her inner thigh when I’m done. “Tu me débrouilles, mon amour,” I whisper against her skin. You unravel me, my love.
Sliding my fingers from her heat, I place them in my mouth, tasting her again.
She’s addictive.
Emma’s body is lying in a limp, sedated bliss when I stand. It’s a beautiful sight.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, making me chuckle.
“I’m about to rectify that.” I pull my shirt over my head and pop the top button on my jeans while she watches my every move.
“I need to touch you.” Sitting up, her fingertips glide over my abs as she leans and runs her tongue along the band of my boxers. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers against my skin, sliding my jeans and boxers down my thighs.