Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
My teeth grazed over her nipple, went to the other, and I ran my tongue around her, suckling.
Her body trembled, and she was breathing heavy in my ear.
Even this, just tasting her, having her stroking me, I could do this for hours and relish it. Who the fuck was I becoming?
She moved her mouth back to my ear, panting, “I need you.”
I growled, her words my undoing, and grasped her hips, tugging her over me. I was at her entrance, a brief pause as we lined up, and then I yanked her down as I thrust up into her.
She gasped in my ear, her whole body plastered to me. She wound her arms around my waist, holding tight as she rode me while I was driving up into her. I was holding her hips down so hard, pounding up so I wasn’t sure who was riding each other more.
Up. Higher.
The need. The pleasure.
Lust.
I loved this.
Pleasure shot through me, and I couldn’t stop thrusting into her. It wasn’t enough. This angle, none of it. I moved us. Her back on the seat, and I moved into her from above, and now my body was plastered to her. Reaching over her, I grasped onto the seat’s handle and lifted, getting a deep angle.
It still wasn’t enough.
Christ.
She’d be the death of me, but I needed more.
I ran a hand to her back, to the arch, and then spread down, lifting her up, higher for me, and I sank in. I sank as low as I could, bottoming, and she was writhing underneath me.
There. Right there.
My strokes were lined up, perfection.
I could see every emotion on her face. Her mouth opened, a cry forming, but she was right there with me—and then her body convulsed, exploding. A sensual masterpiece. I wanted to record that, watch it over and over again, but then my own release was coming.
It hit me, shattering me, and I let out a guttural roar before holding still, waiting as the waves went through me.
Jesus.
Watching her watching me, I needed to taste her mouth again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
MOLLY
The night was a dream, which was the point. I wanted a night away from guns and people dying and missing family. And so far from my normal life that it was laughable. This wasn’t my normal. I wasn’t the girl who got this type of life. Work. Grind. I fought to keep what I had, and even that was almost conned out of me. That’s the girl I was. My dad made it very clear what kind of girl I was growing up, what I deserved, but Ashton. He was something else.
He wouldn’t last. I knew this was all temporary. I didn’t get the happily ever after. That had never been in my stars. I’d known from the beginning what to expect.
That’s how I knew I would enjoy every minute I got with him while this lasted.
I was going with it, and if that meant seriously hot sex, sign me up.
I was there for it. I was going to savor every second of it, because we both knew that one day, we’d find Kelly’s killer. My dad would come back, and all this would be over.
Just the thought was making my heart palpitate in a painful way, but nope.
I wouldn’t go there. I already knew I’d crossed over into the “feelings” land.
Until all of this was done, I was in the moment.
No more worrying about the future. Enjoy the moment. The here and now, while I had it.
“It’s almost closing.” Ashton came back from the inside area, a new drink in hand and a plate with some hors d’oeuvres.
I took the plate, moving as he sat beside me. We were both in various states of undress.
Me, I was wearing only my shirt and panties. Ashton hadn’t let anyone into the area we were in, and he reassured me we were private, so I was lounging. I mean, seriously. To be in this state in a nightclub? And no one could see? Once-in-a-lifetime moment. Totally enjoying it here.
As for him, he was wearing his pants. His shirt was unbuttoned.
That’s when I thought about how I’d gone barefoot from our patio area to the inside to use the bathroom. “Please tell me you’ve had this floor cleaned?”
“What?”
I lifted one of my bare feet.
He chuckled. “Yeah. We have this place cleaned before and after we leave.”
“Oh, good.” I could eat with ease now and reached over for another—I had no idea what these were. They looked like fancy mini cheeseburgers. They were delicious. “Do we need to go soon then?”
He gestured out over the dance floor. “I like to leave before lights go up, otherwise Anthony will be up here.”
“Who’s Anthony?”
“He’s our main manager.”
I popped one last mini thingy in my mouth and took my drink before getting up. “I’ll go and get dressed.” I began heading off, but a tug to my shirt pulled me back. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Ashton’s eyes right on my ass and darkening.