He nodded again. “Always something to do.” Crossing the living room, he stared at the loveseat and lack of any chairs or other places to sit. The guest house was quaint but tiny. A loveseat, coffee table, and TV, with small kitchenette, bathroom and bedroom, that was it.
“I don’t bite,” I told him, and patted the seat cushion beside me. Hadn’t we just made out in the middle of a river? Surely he could sit next to me and have an adult conversation.
His eyelids hooded. “Bummer. I like biters.”
I froze, unsure if he was serious or fucking with me, and a nervous laugh escaped me. Pulling the beer to my lips, I chugged, regretting having him stay for the drink.
He sat down and the old sofa sank in, tossing me toward him. I had to reach out and still my hand on his thigh to keep from falling into his lap.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He just watched me, sipping his beer, staring at me and thinking God knows what. It was maddening.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked, draining the rest of the beer and thinking I would need about four more of these to sleep tonight, lest I be up with my thoughts.
He gave me a halfcocked grin. “You really wanna know?”
Oh God. No. “Yes.”
His eyes came alight. “I’m thinking about that kiss in the river. Wondering if it was a one-time thing.”
I nearly choked on my spit, not expecting that answer.
“I mean a snake did break us up,” I said.
He grinned. “Totally a bad sign, right?”
He leaned into me, his right hand grazing my thigh, which sent warm tingles dancing in my belly.
“Totally. Bad idea,” I agreed, shifting my body closer to his, wondering what it would be like to kiss him again, have him touch me, touch all of me.
He set his beer on the coffee table and used his left hand to draw a circle on my thigh. “I mean … we work together.”
Just the small act of twirling his fingers on my thigh had need blossoming between my legs. I’d never felt this much ache for a man. Not ever. It almost hurt.
“We do…” My breath came out in a ragged gasp. “Bad idea.”
Ashton leaned forward and looked right in my eyes. “But you look so fucking hot in my clothes.”
My mouth crashed into his and we both opened our lips in a hungry kiss that left me wanting more. I reached up and intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him to my lips harder. His tongue slid into my mouth and stroked mine, causing a moan to rip from my throat. He swallowed the noise as my hands came down from his hair and raked across his rock-hard chest and down his abdomen. Reaching out, he cupped his palms under my butt and hauled me up onto his lap. The second I felt his hardness between us, moisture pooled between my legs.
I wanted Ashton Knight.
Bad.
Straddling his waist, my hands on his chest, he pulled away from my lips to pepper my neck with kisses. I rocked my hips against his hardness and a deep moan left my lips. In a moment of passion, I decided to take things further. Reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt, well his shirt, I pulled it up over my head. Ashton stared at my bare breasts with a half-lidded gaze and his hands came around my back as he leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking.
Holy mother.
It. Felt. So. Good.
Being with him right now felt so right, and I didn’t want to analyze that. For once I just wanted to allow myself to be in the moment and feel. I rocked my hips over him and then he stood, holding me to his body with strong arms. Our lips found each other again, and when he stuck his tongue into my mouth, I sucked it slowly, back and forth three times before releasing it.
“Fuck. Millie,” he growled and I loved the husky, barely restrained desire in his voice.
We’d reached the bed, sans chicken, and he lay me down on my back gently before letting his eyes rake over my body.
He pulled his shirt off in one swift move and then lay on top of me, propping himself up with his right hand. When his belly touched mine, and he took my nipple into his mouth again, a throbbing heat built between my legs and I knew that he’d started a fire that could only be extinguished by one thing. Rocking my hips upward into him, I reached out and grabbed his free hand, slowly trailing it down my belly and between my legs, slipping it under the band of the boxer briefs I was wearing.
The second his fingers brushed across my most sensitive spot, he groaned at the same time I did. He stroked me gently twice and my heart started to race in anticipation, but when he plunged two fingers inside of me, I cried out in pleasure. I reached down and yanked my shorts off, and he pulled back again and just looked down at my naked body as his fingers swirled small circles over me.
“Holy hell, Millie. You’re fucking gorgeous.” With that declaration, he fell to his knees at the edge of the bed and hooked his hands under the back of my knees, pulling me to the edge.
Oh.
I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t—
“OhMyGod,” I moaned as his tongue lapped at my wetness and pleasure radiated between my legs, causing every muscle in my body to clench. I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair as his tongue did powerful things between my legs.
This was magic. Whatever this was shouldn’t be legal. My thoughts were jumbled as the pleasure built to the point of bursting.
“Fuck!” I yelled and rode the wave of my orgasm, clenching my thighs as his firm hands grasped under my ass. When he pulled away, I looked up at his face.
