Page 44 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Kissing Ash made her toes curl and her pussy twinge, her pulse race, and warmth swirl through her and land between her legs. Her nipples pebbled and her breasts felt heavier, aching for his touch.

He’d always been overprotective of her, but she never thought he was interested in her romantically. Or even sexually.

Despite his road name, she had always felt safe around him. She’d always been attracted to him and hoped one day he’d see her as much more than a club sister.

She had wanted him to see her as a potential ol’ lady. A partner. She was someone who knew the ins and outs of club life. Knew what was expected of an ol’ lady. Who had pride in being a part of the DAMC.

She envied what her parents had and still have decades later. The love. The devotion. The respect.

Despite the large age gap between her parents, they simply fit, as if they were made for each other. Jazz and Crow were a great example of relationship goals.

She pressed against Ash’s erection, hard and hot, trying to encourage him to take the kiss further, but that was hermuddled brain trying to convince her to do something that couldn’t happen.

They couldn’t take it further in the room where the officers met. In the clubhouse when a majority of his brothers and her sisters were just outside the door.

No.

Plus, the clubhouse was not a place where she wanted to have sex for the first time, anyway. She didn’t want to rush.

But,wow, she was on fire. She burned for the man. Did he burn for her in the same way?

Undoubtedly, he had so much more experience than her. Tons more. She’d never fool herself into thinking he was pining away for her and abstaining from sex with others. Because she’d seen him go off with plenty of other women, including sweet butts, since he was a teen.

And knowing that could be a bit intimidating.

As their tongues connected and twisted, she hoped she was a good kisser. If not, would he have pushed her away by now? The man could be brutally honest, but would he be honest with her?

She had a strong desire to touch him all over. Just as strong as her need for Ash to touch her.

But again, this was not the time or the place for that.

He moved his head enough to break their kiss before pressing his forehead to hers. She could only guess that he had been affected by their kiss the same as her, since he was breathing just as heavily.

He gripped her tightly by her shoulders, as if trying to resist pulling her closer, and she tucked a hand between the flaps of his cut and placed it on his chest. Oh, yes, his heart was racing under her palm and his chest was pumping.

The kiss hadaffected him, too.

“Ashton,” she breathed, wanting to know what this kiss meant for him. Where did they go from there, if anywhere?

He shook his head and his deep voice, now even huskier, was as addictive as his kiss. “This ain’t smart, baby.”

Of course reality was setting in. However, she was not ready for that reality. Instead, she imagined him hovering his weight over her and whispering in her ear before sliding between her thighs and taking her to new heights, giving her an experience of a lifetime.

She’d been waiting for that experience.

For her first time.

She had waited because she didn’t want to lose her virginity to just anyone. She wanted it to be special.

Worthwhile.

With no regrets.

And most of all, she wanted it to be with a man she had a connection with, not some random guy.

“For fuck’s sake, this ain’t smart but nobody ever said I’m fuckin’ smart.”

Her mouth parted and her breath hitched when he stared at her lips and dropped his head again.