“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you,” I told her.
“Me too,” she murmured as she ground herself against me.
My cock hardened, and I couldn’t help but flex my hips up against her.
“Why don’t you take me upstairs and show me just how good you are with those hands?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Wrapping my arms around her hips to hold her in place, I stood up. Natalie gave a little squeak, then wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as I strode across the floor toward the staircase.
Chapter Five
Natalie
Oh my God, this was happening.
I wrapped my legs firmly around Ash’s waist as he carried me up the stairs. He was so strong and confident I didn’t have any doubt he could carry me, and that was extremely sexy. As a dancer, I was used to men picking me up, but this was so incredibly different.
Enjoying the way I felt in his arms, I shifted my hips slightly.
“Nat,” he warned.
“Yes?” I blinked up at him innocently.
“You might not want to grind on a man on the stairs.”
“Why not? I know you won’t drop me,” I said as I moved my pelvis again.
Ash’s fingers dug firmly into my ass. “You’re killing me,” he groaned.
“Good.”
At the top of the stairs, he stopped. Pressing my back against the wall, he wrapped his fist in my hair. God, yes. I barely had a moment to enjoy the sensation of his hips pushing againstme before his lips crashed down on mine. His mouth was firm. Confident. Commanding.
I was a goner. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled, and I rocked my hips against him.
Ash broke the kiss. “Bed. Now.”
His long legs ate up the distance from the staircase to the bedroom. I dimly heard Walter’s nails clicking against the stairs.
At the bedroom door, Ash paused and looked down at the dog. “Sorry, bud, you’re not invited,” he said and closed the door behind us, leaving Walter outside in the hallway.
He set me down on the floor at the edge of the bed. “You are so beautiful,” he said, staring down at me.
Next to him, I felt tiny. I spent so much time with my male dance partners that Ash’s size was startling in the best possible way. He was so tall and broad, it made me feel safe, protected, and feminine in a way I hadn’t felt before. I liked it. A lot.
Smiling at him, I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and peeled it up and off my body, dropping it on the floor beside me.
Ash’s eyes darkened and his jaw clenched as he looked at my body. Fueled by the heat in his eyes, I unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor beside my shirt. Still, Ash didn’t move.
I smirked at him. “You’re overdressed.”
“Right.” He shook his head as if he were shaking off a fog. He reached behind his head and yanked his shirt off with one hand. The muscles in his abdomen rippled with the movement.
“Wow,” I murmured. Reaching my hands out in front of me, but not quite touching his body, I stared at him reverently. “You’re…wow.” I swear to God his biceps were the size of my thighs.
The corner of his mouth crooked up. “I was thinking the same about you.”
“Well good.” Eager to get this show on the road, I quickly shucked my shorts and panties and leaped onto the bed.
