Panting, he stilled. “Jesus, woman. Yes. For years and years.”
Her throat constricted, the emotion threatening to escape. Refusing to get snared in anything remotely romantic, she rose to her knees and waited.
He stared into her eyes. “Did you change your mind?”
“No.” She paused to breathe. “I want you in me.”
In one swift move, he tugged aside her thong and positioned himself at her opening. “Sink down on me.”
Another toe-curling command.
His warm breath mingled with hers. His hard body was finally hers for the taking. She took him inside her and, together, they moaned through the exhilarating rush. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through her. Everywhere.
He filled her intimate space completely.
She opened her eyes. He was watching her. She leaned down, kissed him. Then, she started moving.
She wished this were a simple fuck. Another emotionless journey that nurtured her hedonistic needs. But as she pressed her tongue into his mouth and he met her stroke for stroke, she silently acknowledged how badly she needed him. How badly she’d always needed him.
His sexy, masculine hands roamed over her body like she was truly his. Her sensitive skin tingled, the pleasure so powerful her body careened toward an orgasm. He fondled her breasts, pushed aside the lacy material to pinch her erect nipples. Euphoria washed over her and she glided faster. And then, he planted his hands on her hips and took control.
“You feel incredible, Car—Natasha. I need this. I need you. Oh, hell. Is this good? Talk to me.”
“Yes. So good,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.
Gripping her, he forced her to stop. “Can I touch your clit?”
“This is…” Perfect. You’re perfect. “I’m good.”
“Are you about to call out the name of a fruit?”
Even with him nestled deep inside her, she couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no fruit.”
“Kiss me, then.”
She brushed her lips over his, dropping tender kisses on his mouth.
“You are so damn beautiful.”
His words melted her. “Thank you, Ash,” she whispered. But she couldn’t allow herself to get swept up in their intimacy because that’s not what this was. “Take me. Hard and fast.”
Ashton Hott could have fucked the hell out of her, but he didn’t. He stayed in control and dictated her movements, forcing her to glide slowly. All of them slow, deep, and deliciously intense. The man owned the word sensual and her kinky needs took a backseat to being with him.
He severed their fiery connection. “You’ve got an audience, babe.”
There must have been a dozen people watching them.
“Oh, hell, I’m going to come.” She kissed him hard. The intensity of his tongue against hers, his rough grunts, and those amazing slow, deep thrusts were too much. Crying loudly, she shuddered and convulsed, the climax ripping through her, sending spasms of euphoria undulating over her.
“Fucking hell.” With his hands anchored on her hips, he whispered, “I’m coming, baby.” His eyes closed, the orgasm flushing his handsome face while he moaned through the ecstasy and poured himself into her.
Seconds passed. Mindless, blinding, deafening seconds of nothing but Ashton nestled deep inside her. Sated, she relaxed against him. He snaked his arms around her and released one final, throaty groan. “Wow. You brought me back from the dead.” His soft kiss was filled with gratitude.
“How does that hold up against a run on the beach?”
“No comparison.” He tucked stray tendrils behind her ear. “Was that good for you? Did I take care of your needs?”
Better than good. You were as good as it gets. “Yes.”
