"Yes."
"Then yes."
He moved, leading me off the dance floor with a hand to my back. People moved out of our way, parting for their prince among men.
I glanced at the buffet, finding Keiko grinning as she watched us. She caught my gaze, lifting her glass in a silent salute.
My blush deepened, my body tingling as anticipation began to bubble in my belly.
I'm going to make love to Ash.
I tipped my head back, glancing up at the gorgeous man beside me. His expression was tight, his body wired as he navigated the ballroom.
I can't wait.
Chapter Eleven
Ash
Fuck. I can't wait to taste her.
Need drove me hard. Desire warring with reason as I tried to work out where to take Millie.
Home? The pier? A spare closet?
A small door off to one side of the hall gave me pause. With a backward glance, I opened it, pulling Millie into an abandoned cloakroom.
"Ash! What are you—"
I cut her off with a kiss, backing her up until I could press her against a wall. Her curves molded against my body, spiking my need for her.
Fuck.
I wanted my mouth on her pussy. I wanted to taste her cream.
I reached down, fisting the bottom of her skirt and pulling it up her legs. She moaned under me, deepening our kiss.
That's it, sweetness. Let me taste.
As our mouths fucked, I tangled one hand in the soft strands of her hair holding her still as my other hand slipped under the skirt of her dress, grazing up her inner thighs.
I drew back, satisfaction rolling through me at the sight of her swollen lips.
"You okay?" I asked, rough voiced as my hand moved to cup her, pleased at the damp material under my palm.
"Oh!" Millie's head dropped back against the wall, her body arching into mine. "Y-yes."
I grinned, trying to control the raging inferno of need inside me.
"Are you going to…." Her hips moved, completing her unfinished question.
"Oh, yeah."
I dropped to my knees, shimmying her dress up until I could part her legs, revealing her sexy body to my gaze.
"Oh, Millie."
She looked down, her hand tangling in my hair. "Do you like it?"
