Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Hey,” Ash whispered against my ear. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
He didn’t say anything. We just grabbed towels and our dry clothing, and I let him drag me out of the party. I’d only been inside to use the bathroom. The night was getting colder, and I’d been grateful for the heated pool. But it was too cold inside to be in a wet bathing suit.
Ash took the stairs down a level and then walked down an empty hallway. He seemed to find what he was looking for and pushed a door open. Inside was a bedroom. His lips crashed against mine.
“I’ve wanted you all night,” he breathed in between kisses. “All day. You, in that bathing suit.”
I giggled, drunk on Ash Talmadge.
While things had been progressing in the weeks since we’d first gone out, we hadn’t yet crossed any lines. I wanted to cross all of them. I wanted to forget that the first time we’d ever done this had broken something in me. Write over that experience with new memories of us together. But I hadn’t been ready.
As he dragged me into the darkened interior, all those walls came down. What was I waiting for anyway? If I was his, then I was his. I might get hurt, but I’d regret it more if I didn’t try. If I didn’t give him everything that was me. If I held back an ounce, then I’d never know the truth.
“Ash,” I gasped as he kissed across my exposed collarbone.
He released me long enough to turn on a light attached to the side table. It suffused us in a soft yellow glow that highlighted my skin. Every bare inch of my skin against the hot pink of my bikini. Ash returned to me, dragging our lips together. He fiddled with the strings of my bikini.
“I’ve been thinking about pulling these all day,” he confided.
“That would have been embarrassing.”
“Not what I was thinking about,” he teased.
“Oh? And what were you thinking about?”
“How about I show you?” It was a question to make sure I was okay with moving forward, but also a statement. That he was going to show me what he’d been wanting all this time.
The first tug came from my back. The laces that held down the triangle top were suddenly gone. The triangles doing nothing to hold my breasts in place any longer. His hands were there, pushing the material out of the way.
I gasped as he plucked at one of my nipples while he massaged the other breast. His smirk was so goddamn confident that I nearly fell to my feet in front of him right then and there. Why did I like it so much that he could take control of me like this? I had no idea. But I did want that. I wanted him to throw me on the bed and never stop until we were both so satisfied that we couldn’t move.
The second tug dropped my bikini top to the ground. His mouth replaced his hand, and I arched against him. He swirled his tongue around my nipple before drawing it firmly in his mouth. When he nipped at it, I inhaled sharply, pleasure shooting straight through my body.
“Ash,” I pleaded this time.
“Yes, Mia?”
But he didn’t stop. Just switched to the next breast and took his time in bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I need … I need you.”
“Mmm,” he groaned.
He tugged both strands of my bottoms at once, letting them fall to the ground. I gasped as he followed them to his knees, kissing down my stomach. He gently pushed me backward on the bed and spread my legs wide.
The first sweep of his tongue on my clit had me shaking with desire.
“Oh, Mia,” he groaned as he slid a finger through my lips. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He thrust two fingers deep. “Are you going to come on my fingers?”
And I was. My eyes were clamped shut. My fingers fisted the comforter. He was moving with practiced, fingers out and deep back in while his tongue laved at my clit. There were so many sensations at once that I couldn’t tell up from down.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, make me come, Ash.”
He obliged with fervor, picking up his speed until everything coalesced at once. I cried out as the first wave hit me and my walls contracted around his fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped.
He looked up at me, slowly withdrawing his fingers with a self-satisfied smile. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
“I … should have let you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I’d been the one hesitating this time. Too afraid to get hurt. But damn, hadn’t we wasted enough time?
“I want to go at your speed, Mia. Not a second faster.”