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I stop in front of the spot and twist him around, facing me. “Can I tell you a secret?” I ask.
At over six feet tall, this man isn’t small, but against my taller body, he feels somehow vulnerable.
“Sure,” he answers, looking as if he’s unsure of what I might say.
“I really like you. Like, I wanna see you again, and most likely the day after that and so on.”
“So, it’s a date?” he asks, his other hand sliding up my torso, landing on my cheek.
“I think it just might be, Ash.” My answer carries a flirtatious tone.
He widens his eyes. Is it too soon to shorten his name?
“I like you calling me Ash. It seems appropriate.”
I open the gate in front of us and take his hand, escorting him into a small park.
“You may have heard of this little treasure; it’s not a secret, but I’ve always been able to hide away from the world here.”
I remove my hand from his, lowering it to the small of his back. It’s a possessive move, and I hope he recognizes it. He starts to sit down on the bench when this possessive move turns to hunger. My hand slides up his back toward his neck, and he can’t move, but I don’t want him to.
“Is this okay?” I ask, and he inhales, then releases a whimper of desire. I know it’s desire because his dick grows between us.
“Fuck yes, Noah.” His five o’clock stubble is light, but there’s enough friction to cause a slight burn. I look at his eyes; there is a flame of desire flickering with need and I see how much he wants me. “Please kiss me. Please.”
And I do just as he asks. My hand holds his head still, and the other one moves to his shoulder, caressing his arm all the way down. “I can’t wait to taste you again, Ash,” I utter. My body is frenzied for the man, and in it, I realize he’s different. I’m gentle as my lips touch his, and he opens up willingly. He’s submissive in nature; this part is clearly obvious. My tongue touches his, and though the kiss is anything but chaste, I savor every point of contact with his body and mine.
My hand continues to hold his head in place while the other travels down his back and to his ass. Even through a pair of worn jeans, it’s shapely. I want to pull back and tell him in no uncertain terms what I desire to do with him, but I can’t take my lips from his.
He moans into my mouth, and yet it only makes me want to deepen the kiss. Thoughts of him naked under me, skin to skin, quickens my need for Ashton Brooks. I rub my hard-on against him; he begins to writhe, too, and if we’re not careful we’ll get banned from the park.
The thought of losing my special place has enough of a chilling effect that I make myself pull away, and we rest our foreheads together.
“I liked that, a lot,” he reveals, fighting to catch his breath like I am.
“I did, too.” And I pull him next to me on the bench.
I place my arm around him and bring him close into my body. His jacket is heavy, and is an appropriate coat for Washington State during winter. I don’t even own a big coat like his. I’m too hot natured.
“What is this place?” he asks me, and I realize I’ve not talked much about the park.
“It’s Parson’s Park. Liam and I would come here to escape the momma-ing of our mother. We love her, but a helicopter had nothing on Evelyn James.”
Trees act as an overhang, giving us privacy.
“So, Liam is the only other person who knows of this place?”
I shrug my shoulders. “We told each other that we’d share it with someone who was special to us. And with all his relationships in the past, he has never brought a girl here.”
I watch his eyes widen. I’ve scared the man. He’s made me believe that we were on the same page. But what if I go in hot and heavy like Liam does, and share this with someone who will be another notch on my bedpost? I’m not one to overthink. I leave that for my twin brother.
“You think I’m special after just one date?” he asks, and I can’t measure any emotion in his voice.
“Technically, we’re on our second date. But, I’m coming in hot and heavy, and I—”
Ashton stops me with a kiss. The kiss may not be hot and heavy, but it’s enough to fill me with the confidence I typically have in myself. For some reason, with Ash, I constantly feel uncertain. Maybe it’s because I want him so much.
“You feel this connection, too?” he asks.
