She exhales a quiet moan, and the sound sends heat straight through me. I pull back before I lose control and end up taking her right here in the entryway.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
After locking up, I grab her bag, slip my hand into hers, and lead her up the stairs. When we reach my bedroom, I push open the door and gesture for her to step inside first.
“This is me,” I say, placing her bag on the easy chair in the corner.
Her eyes sweep over the space, taking in the king-sized bed, the high ceilings, and the modern yet cozy décor. “Wow. This room is… wow.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I had to fight Laney for it when we moved in.”
She grins and walks toward the double doors. “Is this a balcony?”
“Yep.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “This room is completely wasted on a man.”
I laugh too. “That’sexactlywhat Laney said.”
Ash turns back to me, hesitating slightly. “Would you mind if I took a quick shower before bed?”
“You never have to ask, baby,” I assure her. “There are fresh towels in the bathroom.”
Her face softens. “Thank you.”
She picks up her bag and slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I let out a breath and flop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. As great as tonight has been, Nash’s words linger in my mind now that I’m alone. I know we need to talk about the future, and about what thisreallylooks like long-term. But not now. Not when she’s just a few feet away, naked under the spray of my shower, making it damn near impossible to think about anything else.
I push off the bed and step into the bathroom, heat pooling low in my stomach at the sight of Ash, wet and soapy behind the shower screen. Her back is to me, completely unaware of my presence, giving me a moment to take in just how breathtaking she is. The urge to touch her becomes too much, so I silently strip off my clothes and step into the shower, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Need some help washing your back?” I murmur against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses along her damp skin.
She startles slightly then giggles, turning in my arms. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”
I lower my head, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She winds her arms around my neck, gasping softly as I press her back against the cool tile. The hot water cascades over us, steaming up the space, but all I can focus on is her, her taste, herwarmth, and the way she moans into my mouth when I slide my tongue against hers.
I trail my lips down her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her slick skin until I reach her breast. My tongue flicks over her hardened nipple, eliciting a shuddering moan from her, her fingers tightening in my hair. Her breaths come faster, her body arching toward me as I continue my path downward.
Kneeling on the shower floor, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me. I look up, meeting her heated gaze as she threads her fingers through my wet hair. Holding her eyes, I drag my tongue slowly through her folds, and when I find her clit, her head falls back against the tiles, a breathless moan slipping past her lips.
My tongue continues its slow, relentless torment, drawing soft whimpers from her lips. When her legs begin to tremble, hinting at how close she is, I slide two fingers deep into her slick heat, curling them against her walls. With my free hand, I reach up, rolling her nipple between my fingers, coaxing another breathless moan from her. In seconds, she cries out, her whole body trembling with her release. I tease every last drop of pleasure from her before gently setting her foot on the floor and standing.
“Jesus, Ben,” she murmurs, swaying slightly.
I chuckle, slipping an arm around her waist to anchor her. “I’ve got you,” I whisper.
She tilts her head back, still breathless, and winds her arms around my neck. “You make me see stars.”
“I love watching you let go,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.
She gasps as I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist. My mouth finds hers in a deep, urgent kiss, pressing her gently against the cool tile again. With the hot watercascading over us, the need to be even closer, to lose myself completely in her, becomes undeniable.
As my tongue tangles with hers, I position myself and slowly sink into her, a quiet moan escaping her lips that ignites something primal inside me.
“Oh, God,” she breathes against my mouth as I thrust into her, her back scraping against the cool tile.
I freeze suddenly. “Shit. The condom,” I mutter. “I’m so sorry, baby. I completely forgot.”
