I get closer, and it’s clear she’s been crying. I don’t even have to honk. As soon as I pull up next to her, she’s reaching for the door, she knows it’s me.
Struggling to put the car into park while I also reach across for her, while we reach for each other, I lean over and hold her so close and tighter than she might like but I don’t care right now.
“Ashlee,” I try to speak, but the emotion in my own voice is choking it. Her tears return, but they’re a different kind now.
Tears of joy.
“I’m sorry, Tony… sorry for everything… my mom… everything…” she sobs, but I don’t care about any of that, not anymore.
I’ve practically pulled her into the driver’s seat with me, holding her and rubbing her back with my hands, wanting to kiss her but giving her time to recover.
Once she’s calmed down, once I’ve calmed down, I hold her face in my hands, promising her just one thing.
“I’m never letting you go, not ever again Ashlee. Understand?”
She sniffs, then laughs and nods. “I don’t want you to, Tony. I want to be yours, forever,” she says, and I kiss her, a hard, salty kiss that’s desperate from my passion for her and saturated with emotion, but it’s a kiss that tells us both we’ve found each other again after being apart and that we will never part again.
Not ever.
“Now,” she finally says, grabbing my hand and sliding it up between her legs, her damp heat making me groan instantly.
“Take me somewhere and finish what you started. I want you more than ever Tony… I need to give myself to you, right now…” she whimpers.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ashlee
“What is it?” I ask him, worrying I’ve been too forward now, that I’ve put myself out there like a slut.
“I mean… we don’t have to,” I lie. But Tony’s furrowed brow is deep in thought, not regret.
He chuckles softly, then kisses me again. “Sorry, baby. It’s just my is house occupied by my attorney right now, this is his car too… I guess your place is out of the question?” he asks before apologizing. “Sorry, bad choice of words.”
Then he hits his palm to his forehead, starts the car and we’re off again, the shine in his eyes meeting mine in the rear view mirror, telling me he has a plan.
And what a plan it is.
About fifteen minutes later we pull up to one of the most expensive hotels in the city. A valet opens my door, and Tony urges me to go ahead.
“I almost forgot, I keep a suite here. It’s close to the airport, for times I don’t feel like I can go home when I have to work again the next day,” he explains.
I feel a familiar warm travel all over my body, from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.
I still have my little bag, which I insist on carrying once we're checked in and Tony has the key card from the front desk.
“And what an honor it is to have you stay with us again, Mr. Fontana. Always such a pleasure,” The concierge gushes, reminding me that I’m not the only one who has a wet patch for Tony, something I’ll have to deal with I tell myself, but I can’t help feeling just a little jealous every time I see it happen.
By ‘suite’ Tony must’ve meant the whole top floor of the hotel, the place is massive. Making me feel like I haven’t lived, like I don’t know anything about the man other than I love him no matter where he lives or what he has.
The view from the huge floor to ceiling windows is breathtaking and dropping my bag, I rush to the windows, pressing myself against the glass.
I’ve never been so high up and the view over Hollywood is spectacular, the orange-purple light of dusk just starting to make itself known across the huge arcing skyscape.
“It’s just beautiful,” I murmur, feeling Tony coming up behind me, his hands on my hips.
“You sure are,” he growls, nibbling my ear and then kissing my neck until I squeal, spinning me around so his hands can pull me close. So he can kiss me on the mouth.
I can feel his hardness pressing up against my belly, him being so much taller than me, so much bigger everywhere. And all muscle, which I run my hands over now, amazed at how someone can be so perfect.
Amazed he’d be interested in me let alone want me like this.
“Thanks for coming to get me,” I tell him, resting my head for a moment on his chest, feeling his huge arms encircle me as he kisses my head.
“I should never have let you leave, but let’s not dwell on that,” he murmurs.
“I want you so bad, Tony… want to give myself to you… but…”
“But what?” he asks, lifting my face up to his.
“But I just don’t get how someone like you could ever-” I start to say, but his mouth silences me, his hands doing the talking while I feel myself collapse into him, yielding to his touch as he picks me up again for the second time in one day, carrying me to a bed.
It’s like we haven’t been apart, like we’re picking up where we left off and Tony laughs softly as he reminds me of the fact.
“If it wasn’t for that damned photographer,” he muses, but I don’t want to even think about it.
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters. And you don’t have to worry about anything, ever again, understand?” he asks, making a point of it waiting until I nod.
“Not about anything,” he stresses before he kisses me again, so gently, so tenderly, I’m grateful to be lying down, swooning for him all over again.
I shiver as his hand slides up my skirt and we’re both grateful I haven’t got anything underneath. My bra
