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Holy shit. That’s really sweet. But also, kinda heavy for date two. I tell him this, and he grins at me.
“I’d say we were on at least date six by now.”
“Six? How do you figure?”
“First date: sleeping in your bed. Second date was at the pet store. Third date was at Vee. Fourth date was breakfast yesterday. Fifth was breakfast today, and here we are, on date six.”
“You’re not doing very well at stopping me from freaking out here, Ash,” I grumble. But I laugh, because maybe he’s right.
“Does that mean I have to sleep with you as it’s date six?” I ask with a bat of my eyelashes.
“I’d say it’s overdue. I owe you,” he winks at me, gorgeous dark eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Surely, I owe you?”
“Semantics. If we both owe each other, this could take all night.”
Suddenly I couldn’t care less about my takeaway. I place my untouched plate on the table and Ash does the same. The intense feeling of desire has washed over me again, and all I want is to spend the night in Ash’s arms. By the look on his face, he wants the same thing.
I turn to face him on the sofa but Ash makes his move and pounces, pushing me back so that I’m trapped under him. I made the mistake of underestimating him before, and although he’s the least built of the four guys, he’s absolutely solid muscle and hard lines.
“Want me to start making it up to you?” he whispers low in my ear. His lips catch the hollow below my lobe and I groan my affirmative response. It’s all the encouragement he needs. He kisses the spot, and tingles shoot from the point of contact all the way down to my toes. Holy hell!
My eyes flutter closed, and I see the orange web connecting us. It’s burning brighter than this morning. Ah crap. Ash might actually be onto something there with this ‘bond’ stuff. Not only can I see it, but with every pass of his lips across my heated skin, I’m convinced I can feel it.
Ash’s lips find mine and he captures me in a deep kiss. It’s not sweet or soft or anything like I was expecting from him. I kiss him back with passion as I run my hands over the top of his shirt, enjoying the slight flannel feel to the material, but longing to touch the skin underneath. He kisses along my jawline, nibbling lightly and making my toes curl. I’m a sucker for biting and when he reaches that soft sensitive spot where my neck just about curves into my shoulder, I mewl as he sinks his teeth in. His tongue passes over the sore spot, soothing, and I shudder.
What I wouldn’t give to have that tongue further south.
I skim my touch down along his arms to the bottom edge of his shirt and then slip my hands under it. I'm not disappointed. Ash is ripped and ridged in all the right places, firm and toned, and burning against my touch.
“Holy hell, you’re hot,” I murmur as Ash’s lips find mine again.
“Thanks.” He grins against me.
“Shifter thing?” I ask.
“Yep,” he replies. I mean, obviously he’s sexy hot too, but I’m a little scared to touch him, his body temperature is that high.
My wandering hands reach as far as they can go with the confines of his shirt and I sigh. Taking the hint, Ash sits back a little, undoes the top couple of buttons and then removes his shirt in that typical guy way, pulling it clean over his head. I point to the slacks too. In for a penny, as they say. He makes short work of getting naked.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen Ash naked, but it is the first time I’ve had my wits about me enough to appreciate the view. Damn, he’s...I’m drooling. For sure, there’s a little bit of dribble leaking from my lips. He grins at me, but his eyes are as heated as mine so I don’t feel like he’s laughing at me.
Ash’s dick is...well, it looks freaking perfect if you ask me. I’m salivating at the sight of it. I flashback to the day he appeared naked in my shop and failed to hide his package with his large hands...yeah, it’s even bigger than I remember.
“Like what you see?”
I can only nod. I have no words. Why isn’t he in me already? After the disappointment of last night, I don’t want to hang around.
“Have some patience.” Ash grins, but I shake my head and growl at him. Fuck patience! If we’re fated or mated or bonded I have a lifetime of foreplay ahead of me.
“Just give me the D,” I growl. “And no-one gets hurt.”
“I am your fated, your mated and your bonded,” Ash tells me stubbornly, and I wonder if I’ve been thinking out loud again. “I’m not about to disappoint for our first time.”
As he speaks he slides down my body, pushing my dress up and my legs apart. I’m sure I’m about to die and go to heaven but...my sofa is just too small. Worried that I’m seriously going to regret this if I get interrupted again, I ask him if he wants to move to the bedroom.
“Hell yeah.” He grins up at me. He stands, tugs me to my feet, and leads me by the hand up to my bedroom. Because of course, he knows the way. Stupid bloody not-a-dog.
Ash doesn’t give me time to get nervous or change my mind. He leads me over to my bed and removes my dress. When he sees that I’m naked under it, a sharp hiss leaves him.
“Damn, I wish I’d taken more time unwrapping my prize now.”
“It’s just a dress. Only one way to remove it.” I bite back a grin.
Until now, I’d kind of considered Ash to be the sweet, nice guy of the group. But the look he’s giving me now is anything but nice. He looks predatory, feral. There’s no denying the shifter in him.
He gently pushes me down so that I’m lying on my back, but right on the edge of the bed, before kneeling on the floor between my spread legs. Firm hands grasp my ankles and lift my feet up to his shoulders. Holy hell, in this position he’s spread me wide for him, like a centerpiece at a banquet.
