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“Brandon,” she sighs and scrapes her nails against my scalp, pulling a groan from deep within my chest.
The sound of my name on her lips breaks something that’s been dormant inside me for a long time, and I lift her off her feet, deepening our kiss.Hungry... Fucking ravenous for her.
Ashlyn locks her long legs around my hips and grinds her heated body against my hard cock.
“Fuck, baby...” I wrap a hand around her throat. My thumb presses over her fluttering pulse. “Tell me you want this, Ashlyn.”
She hums against my lips and moves her fingers to my shirt, unclasping the buttons, and pressing her hot mouth to my throat. Tiny moans slip past her lips as she swivels her hips. “Don’t stop, Brandon.”
My little ice queen shoves my shirt off my shoulders and drags her hand between us, down my bare chest, tracing each indent of my abs, before she lifts her molten eyes to mine. “Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I tried.” I lean her back against the wall and press my lips to the hollow of her throat, loving the way she trembles in my arms. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste your skin.”
Her creamy skin glows in the darkened room around us, and I slip one thin blue strap off her delicate shoulder then the next, needing more skin. Wanting to see all of her. Knowing this might be my only chance.
A desperate, needy, impatient sound floats past her lips as she slides her arms out of her dress and unlocks her legs from my waist. The soft blue fabric clings to her tits, and my eyes catch on the promise of more before I’m pushed back.
She slowly lowers her feet until they’re firm on the floor. Then Ashlyn lifts up on her toes, closing the distance between us, and presses her lips to mine. She kisses the corner of my mouth, then licks along my lower lip. “If it’s even half as long as I’ve thought about having your mouth on me, it’s too damn long, Brandon.”
Her dress swirls out as I spin her away from me and run my hands over her ribcage, then down her sides. Framing her hips. Cupping her ass. Memorizing each curve of her body.
The one I’m going to spend as much time worshipping as I can.
Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week.
Ashlyn might not know it yet, but this is only the beginning. And this time, I’m not letting her get away.
She presses her palms against the wall and looks over one shoulder with a sexy smile on her gorgeous face. Her long hair kisses the middle of her back in pretty waves.
I torture us both and take my time tugging down the long zipper on the back of her dress. The tinny sound is deafeningly loud in the silence surrounding us. Each snick of the metal shows the tiniest bit more skin until I’m staring at two perfect dimples at the small of her back.
Her beautiful body is a fucking masterpiece. Long, lean muscles. A subtle strength she’s never ignored that I’d worship with my dying breath.
I drag my lips over each bump of her bare spine and squat down behind her, helping as she carefully steps out of the soft blue fabric pooling at her feet. Leaving her in those shoes she loves so much.
My lips press to the small of her back. “Turn around, Ashlyn.” The command comes out harsh as I run my hands over the tiny white lace panties covering her perfect round ass, shredding any strength I had left.
She turns slowly, smiling softly.
“You are fucking perfect.”
“Perfection is a lie, Brandon.” Her face softens before she gently tugs me to my feet up in front of her and unbuckles my belt. “I don’t want pretty perfect lies. I want brutal honesty.”
I rest a palm against the wall beside her head and suck a breath in through my teeth as she shoves my pants and boxers down.
“I want to feel.” This beautiful fucking woman licks her lips as her eyes grow wide, and my cock springs free. “Everything.”
Fuck... “Ashlyn, I don’t...Fucking hell. I don’t have a condom with me.”
She presses her lips to mine, taking control in such a sexy fucking way. “I don’t care. I’m clean and I’m protected. I just want to feel you, Brandon. I don’t want gentle. I don’t need flowers. I just want you.”
I drag my hands up her rib cage, stopping just under her breasts and run my thumbs along her soft skin. “Are you sure, baby?”
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Ashlyn
His words are a balm to my soul.
