I know I should have told you sooner, but I never imagined it would become so serious between us so fast.
That was a lie. She’d known after the very first night they’d spent together things were going to get complicated between them. Perhaps not this complicated this fast, but then their whole relationship had caught them both off guard.
Ash was a rock star with a reputation, and she a groupie. They weren’t supposed to forge the sort of relationship that ended with a wedding and domestic bliss, only to party hard, shag a lot, until one day it was over. The short term leaseholds they’d taken out on one another’s affections would have ended and that would be it.
Reality wasn’t even remotely like that. They’d signed a lifetime contract the night they met.
Shit! He was going to hate her when he found out.
Hate her, and quite possibly leave her.
She should have told him right at the beginning. The moment it became more than a one night stand, but it’d been kind of difficult to discuss serious topics when their relationship had revolved around secret rendezvous and midnight booty calls.
“I can’t lose you, Ash.”
The threatening sting of tears set her blinking desperately. Ginny turned away from his bedside and pattered over to the window, blindly feeling her way past the furniture. The sun had finally disappeared over the horizon, but the night sky was clear, and hundreds of stars glittered overhead.
The scent of salt and pine wafted in through an open sash. Although the smell was soothing, she didn’t want to end up as a picnic for the night time bugs, which meant leveraging herself up on the windowsill in order to reach the lock.
The window closed with a thump.
“Ginny, is that you?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Wasn’t asleep.”
He had been, but she didn’t quibble. She climbed down from her perch and watched Ash’s fuzzy double rise and pad towards her in the glass. He was stripped down to a pair of skimpy boxer briefs.
Ash was skinnier than when they’d first met, but in the gloom that meant the shadows loved him, emphasising his muscle tone, and making his whole abdomen seriously lickworthy. His little snake tattoo slithered above the top of his shorts. It made her smile, imagining tracing its length with her tongue, and getting him itching for her to venture lower.
His musky scent arrived a second before he slid his arms around her from behind, and he nuzzled against the side of her neck.
“Hey, pretty lady.”
“Hey. How are you feeling? Better after your nap?”
“Hmm.” His hands moved up from where they’d settled around her waist and encompassed her breasts. “What I’m feeling is really good. No bra, right?”
Ginny’s teeth dug into the groove she’d already made in her lower lip, as she stifled the urge to groan when he caught her nipples and pinched.
“Yeah, I know. It’s been too long for us both.” His breath was warm against her neck. The tug of his lips against her skin sent streamers of lust shooting down to her pussy. She might fight it, but she was weak to resist him. Ash had super powers when it came to knowing exactly which touch would drive her wild, and in fact, where to touch her.
He skirted one hand down from her breast to just above her knee, and then dragged it up again, lifting her skirt and tickling the inside of her thigh.
“You’re still supposed to be taking things easy,” she whispered.
Ash ignored her words, and ran a fingertip along the seam of her panties. She was already dripping wet, and tingling from the anticipation of his touch, when his other hand left her breast and came upwards so it sat splayed across the front of her throat. His little finger circled upward to dust across her lips.
“Ash, you need to recuperate your strength.”
“Uh-huh.” His hot breath tickled her ear. “The best way to do that is with a work out.”
The best way to do that was not to exert himself. “You’re not supposed to do anything strenuous, remember?”
“I remember. Gentle, light exercise only, like finger twiddling and pilates.” He inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly, while at the same time he slipped two fingers under the lacy edge of her knickers. “No acrobatics or high impact aerobics.” His digits fluttered against her intimate piercing, instantly making her clit swell. “I guess we’ll have to make this all tantric and subtle, except it’s been a while, so I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold out for you. I might just embarrass myself and come the moment I get inside you.”
She plumped at the very thought of it, knowing his reputation for being able to go all night. Among the groupies that followed the band about, his stamina was legendary.
