“God, Ash?—”
I don’t let her finish. My mouth crashes against hers, hot and desperate, stealing every word, every thought, until all that’s left is this—the fire burning between us. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan against her lips. And that sound—fuck, that sound—is all it takes to push me over the edge.
I adjust my grip, one arm locked around her waist, the other supporting her thighs as I carry her toward her front door. Her body presses tighter against mine, heat radiating fromevery point where we touch, and I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything the way I need her right now.
She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, her lips swollen, her breath shaky. “Ash,” she whispers, something between a plea and a challenge.
I grin, tightening my hold on her as I reach for the door.
The second the door slams shut behind us, Amelia is already stripping, her shirt and bra hitting the floor before I can even take a breath.
Fuck.
My hands tighten on her thighs as I press her back against the door, my lips instantly finding the perfect curve of her breast. When my mouth closes around her nipple, she gasps, her fingers gripping the back of my head, holding me there like she never wants me to stop.
And I don’t.
I swirl my tongue over the tight bud, sucking just enough to draw another sweet, desperate sound from her lips. Her back arches, pressing her even closer, and I swear I can feel the heat of her through my jeans, searing into me, driving me crazy.
“Ash—” My name is breathless, wrecked, and I swear it only makes me harder.
I drag my teeth over her sensitive skin, loving the way she shudders against me. “Always so impatient, baby.” My voice is rough, teasing, but I’m just as wrecked as she is.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she grinds against me, pure fire in her eyes. “Only with you.”
That’s all it takes.
With a growl, I grip her ass and push off the door, carrying her straight to the bedroom. Because I’m about to show Amelia exactly what happens when she says things like that.
I carry her through the dimly lit hallway, her legs locked tight around my waist, her bare skin burning against mine. My pulseis a war drum in my ears, and the only thing I can think about is getting her beneath me, feeling every inch of her, making her mine in every way possible.
The moment we reach the bedroom, I drop onto the mattress with her in my lap, my hands holding her hips as she straddles me. My mouth finds hers again, the kiss deep and messy, all teeth and tongue, pure need. She rocks against me, and, fuck, the friction is almost enough to undo me right there.
“Impatient,” I murmur against her lips, my hands sliding up her back, pressing her flush against my chest.
Her fingers are already working my shirt up my torso, her breath hot and shaky. “Only for you,” she repeats, a wicked smirk on her lips, before she tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside.
Her nails rake down my chest slowly before her hands drop lower, undoing my belt with maddening precision. My control is slipping fast, but I let her take her time—until she brushes against my cock, and I let out a sharp groan, gripping her wrist.
“Not yet,” I warn, flipping her onto her back in one swift move. She gasps, her eyes going wide before darkening with something even hotter.
I trail my lips down her neck, over the curve of her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple again before continuing lower. I take my time, savoring every reaction—the way her breath hitches, the way her thighs tremble as I kiss down her stomach, the way she arches off the bed, already desperate for more.
By the time my fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, she’s practically vibrating beneath me. I slide them down slowly, dragging my hands along her bare skin as I go. When I finally toss them aside, I take a moment to just look at her—laid out beneath me, completely undone, completely mine.
“Ash,” she breathes out, her voice thick with need, and fuck, I’m gone.
I lower myself between her thighs, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her inner thigh before glancing up at her, my smile downright sinful.
“Hope you’re ready for this, baby.”
Because I’m about to ruin her in the best way possible, and this time, we are gonna be on my timetable.
I press Amelia’s thighs apart, settling between them as I trail slow, teasing kisses up the soft skin of her inner thigh. She’s already trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, but I take my time—because watching her unravel is just as intoxicating as touching her.
“Ash—” Her voice is needy, and fuck, I love the way she says my name like that.
I smirk against her skin, letting my lips graze higher, my fingers gripping her hips to keep her exactly where I want her.
