“I forgot how young your parents look. You are so similar to your dad. He’s got the whole DILF thing going on,” she says with a smirk, turning around to grab her takeout bag.
I can’t help but grab her perfectly shaped ass at that comment. Luckily, no one is paying us any attention.
“Phoenix, I can assure you, looks are the only thing we have that is similar.”
Snatching her takeout bag, leading us toward the door.
When I decided a late-night burger was a good idea, never in a million years did I think I would run into Ash, let alone see his parents. But I guess god was like, “Yep, let’s just see how this goes.”
I’ve known Jasper for a while, granted, he was leaving as I was coming in. But the man has aged like fine wine, and his son has the same genes, so if I want to know what he’s gonna look like, Daddy Carr is a fine example.
As if Ash knows just what I was thinking, he smacks my ass again.
“Keep doing that, Carr, and I can’t promise what I might do.”
This shouldn’t arouse me so much. Not from such fleeting touches. Not from the casual way his fingers brush mine when he opens the restaurant door or the warmth of his palm on my lower back as he guides me through the crowd. But I am.
God, I am.
When we reach my car, I turn to unlock it, but before I can, Ash steps in close, pressing a hand against the roof, caging me between him and the door.
The heat of his body radiates through the inches of space separating us, and suddenly, breathing feels impossible.
His other hand trails lightly down my arm, barely there, yet devastating. “Are you in a rush to leave, Amelia?” His voice is low, teasing, and laced with something darker.
I swallow hard, my head tipping back to meet his gaze. My body hums, a live wire of anticipation and need. I can practically feel my panties melting off, soaked from nothing more than the way he looks at me—like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Like he enjoys it.
“I—” My voice catches, and his lips curl into a knowing smirk.
“Didn’t think so.”
His fingers skim the inside of my wrist, slow and deliberate, sending a sharp jolt of arousal straight to my core. I grip the car door handle for support, but I don’t move. I don’t want to.
The words slip out before I can stop them.
“Kiss me.”
Ash stills. His eyes darken, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak. He’s so close, mere inches away, his breath warm against my lips. The air between us is thick and electric, and I swear if he doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust right here against my car.
His gaze flickers to my mouth, lingering, and I see the hesitation—the control he’s barely holding onto. But I don’t want control. Not right now.
I tip my chin up, closing the space between us just enough that his breath fans across my lips. A silent plea. A challenge.
His fingers skim up my arm, slow, deliberate, until they curve around the side of my neck. The rough pad of his thumb brushes my jaw, tilting my face to him, and I swear my whole body throbs in response.
“You sure about that, Amelia? Anyone can walk out here and see us.” His voice is low, but there’s something else beneath it—something raw, something desperate.
I exhale shakily, my lips parting. “Yes.”
A beat.
Then Ash crashes his mouth against mine, and everything else ceases to exist.
The second Ash’s lips meet mine, I swear the world tilts on its axis. His hands are firm, one gripping my waist, the other cupping the back of my neck, tilting my head just the way he wants. Roughly, he kisses me. He dives right in. He seizes.
His tongue swipes along my bottom lip, demanding entrance, and I give it to him without hesitation. The moment our tongues touch, a desperate sound escapes me, swallowed instantly by his mouth. He tastes like heat, like something dark and addictive, and I can’t get enough.
My hands slide up his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt before threading into his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low growl from deep in his throat. The sound is sinful, vibrating against my lips and sending a pulse of need straight between my thighs.
