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She feels perfect in my arms right now, her lips on my neck, soft hair on my cheek. I smooth my hands along the humps of her ass and crush her body even closer into mine.
“Oh yeah?” I kiss the top of her head. “Are you saying no? You want me to leave?”
Jolie crawls onto me, straddles me, and eases her head back to gaze at me. “Ashton…” She combs her hands through my hair and tugs the tufts at the base of my neck. “I never wanted you to leave.”
I swipe my thumb across her lips and stare deep into her until I see the game is gone and years of meaning, wanting, and desire are there instead. It’s not a game to me either. There are real feelings here between us. History. “If I kiss you, Joey, I’m not sure there’s any coming back from it.”
Her warm palm cups my cheek. “See how silly you are? Where am I going back to? Just the place I’ve always been.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth. I need to put my lips somewhere as I search for reason. I want to tell myself it’s the bourbon. But it isn’t. The only thought that comes to mind is how I’ve already wasted enough time, how I had this tailor-made woman right here all along… how wide she can open her legs to wrap them around my hips…
She kisses the corner of my lips in return and whispers, “You’ve never beenjusta friend to me.” She lowers her coreonto my now rock-hard dick and rubs herself on me. “And you never will be.”
I can’t wait another second to have her. I crash my lips into hers, and the minute her hot, sweet mouth connects with mine, the moment I snake my tongue inside and taste the delicious insides of Jolie Hunter… I’ve never wanted to possess something…someonemore in my life.
I’m done. Here and now. There’s nothing after this. The way she kisses me back with feverish mewls, she erases any memory of anything before.
It’s as though it’s always been her and always will be.
Chapter Twelve
The way my core tingles,touched only by the firmness of fabric between us, doesn’t seem possible. My clit weighs heavy, and I swear I can feel my pulse down there.
I’ve imagined this moment a few times before. Hell, way more than a few times. I imagined it a thousand times after prom. It went away for a while, but sometimes in my moments of rejection from Eric, Ashton would sneak back in, and I’d think about how one day, I’d say no to him. But I justtried.
“I’ve dreamed of turning you down for years, Ashton Dane.”
I tried to reel Ashton in and then release him, but as I sit here with my face buried in the most muscular, sexiest neck in the universe, it still smells just like it did when I first fell in love with him as a girl. That classic scent he never changed brings back a world of wanting within me, and there’s no way in hell, even for just this one night, I can pretend I don’t want him. But I’ve always been on the sassy side despite my best interests.
He’s thick between my legs and calls my bluff. “Are you saying no? You want me to leave?”
I can’t even pretend for another minute. God, I just want him to kiss me. “Ashton… I never wanted you to leave.”
His thumb grazes my bottom lip, and my core grows even heavier.
“If I kiss you, Joey, I’m not sure there’s any coming back from it.”
Going back? To the past where I always wanted him?“See how silly you are? Where am I going back to? Just the place I’ve always been.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth, still seeming unsure. Will he? Will he relent this time to whatIalready know was always meant to be? Or will he delay the inevitable? Because if it’s not Ashton, it’s nobody for me… and I already wasted years with his placeholder.
I kiss the corner of his mouth in return, and there’s not one ounce of play left in my words. I’ve never been more serious in my life.
“You’ve never been just a friend to me.” I roll my hips back and forth, relieving my ache just a little on his tented zipper. “And you never will be.”
Not another moment passes before his lips knead mine. It’s the most tender but firm kiss I’ve ever had in my life. The moment his tongue slides into my mouth, I’m possessed. My body grinds on him without permission, pure passion and years of wanting take over. I press my tits into him as hard as I can, and rub myself back and forth like I’ve been waiting even longer than forever for this. My pebbled nipple snags on something under his t-shirt, and I slide my fingers under the fabric, feeling every lump of six-pack and taut muscle. My fingers find a necklace, and I anchor my grip on it to stop my hands wandering elsewhere.
This kiss is leading my need quickly toward home base. “You taste better than I dreamed you would…”
I draw my tongue along his, reveling in the bourbon- and tobacco-like taste of this man. I circle my hips to get more friction. It’s hot and heavy between my legs, and I crave more so badly. He takes one hand and grips my ass, smashing me against him. He hangs on to my hips tightly, forcing me back and forth over him… he needs this, too. I’m breathless, panting for more when he tugs me down on top of him on the couch.
My breasts fall against his gigantic chest. He glides his fingers up my torso until his thumb grazes my nipple, and it sends a rush of hot desire between my legs.
I moan the words into his mouth, not wanting to detach myself. “You touch me like that and we’ll do more than kiss.”
He snatches his hand away from my breast, which is the opposite of what I intended with my saucy comment, and holds both sides of my head, as if securing his hands there so they don’t wander elsewhere. Maybe he’s thinking this is going too far…
I take one of his hands from my face and place it backdown on my breast. I stare deep into his chocolate eyes. “Pup, that wasn’t a warning. It was an invitation.”
