Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ASH
“I want this with you but how the hell would it work, Cal? There won’t be time for us, which is the part messing with my head right now.”
“And you haven’t signed yet. We have time until you do.”
“But if we go ahead, we leave for London in a couple of months.”
A silence fills the air until Cal says, “Hey, we can let this get us down, or we can take every spare moment and live the hell out of it.” Her voice whispers, “I want to be with you, Ash, for however long we have.”
I look to my hands held in hers, then into her eyes which are wider than I’ve ever seen. She’s waiting for my response, almost willing me to accept the inevitable. But what if the limited time on offer isn’t good enough for me?
“Cal, I want something more than just a holiday fling here.” My heart is knocking ten bells out of my chest for her.
“I want forever with you. I don’t know how we do it, but somehow, I want to give us the chance we deserve.
” This is what Cal does to me. Turns me into her lap dog; I’d gladly roll over if there were any possibility of us being together long term.
Cal sits up, takes one hand from mine, and gently runs her fingers along the line of my jaw. Her distinct, baby blues capture my own and beg me to take in every one of her words.
“If I thought it was possible, I’d take it right now, but there will always be something in our way, whether it’s my career or yours.
If there comes a time when our situation changes; when we have the opportunity to be together for always, then yes.
I want that too. But for now, let’s not make promises we can’t keep.
Let’s take what we have now and give it everything we’ve got.
Sign the contract, get the deed done. This is bigger than you and me.
It’s about your family and your dreams. You and me, we can work out the rest.”
I cup her face. “But this isn’t how I wanted things to play out for us. We shouldn’t have restrictions.”
“Maybe not, but this is where we are. As long as there are no expectations from either of us or we take things for what they are, we can have what we want.”
I slump back in my seat, running my fingers through my hair. “Fuck Cal, what if I can’t handle it? I wish this were easier. I want to be here for you—look after you, protect you from anyone who thinks they can take what they want.”
The back of her finger slides over my cheek. “You mean like those idiots in the café today,” she smiles.
“Exactly. I can’t handle the thought of leaving you to fend for yourself.”
“Then don’t think about it, Ash.” She shifts over and straddles my lap. “I’ve had to look after myself for a long time now, so I know how to do it, although… I can’t deny, when you flew through the café like a speeding bullet, it…”
She searches my eyes and I ask her, “What Cal, tell me.”
She leans down over my chest, her pretty mouth by my ear, then whispers, “It was incredibly hot.”
My growing erection hardens, especially when she rubs her centre against me—repeatedly. I just hope I can calm the fuck down until we come to the end of whatever will happen here. I’ll take her lead, but I won’t hold back if she keeps on doing what she’s doing.
My palm smooths over her soft, delicate thigh. I hold her in place while her fingers comb through my hair, around to the nape of my neck. She pulls me forward, arching her back and pressing her mouth to mine. If this is about to happen, it won’t be fast. I’m going to take my time.
I slow things down, brushing her plump bowed lips with my own. Then we meet in the middle—her breathing heavy. I can’t help laying a hand over her heart, and I’m rewarded when I find it’s beating in perfect time with mine.
Her kiss is all I focus on; my tongue searching and needy. She moans into my mouth. It’s a sound my body responds to; my dick so hard, it hurts.
I pull back and glance over her bottom lip, just begging to be bitten.
I take it with my teeth and graze the outline, just the way I’ve discovered she likes it.
Her heavy eyes slide up to reach mine while she gets to her feet.
The coy way she takes a step back—eyes down, a single finger running over her bottom lip—just makes me want to bite her lip all over again.
She grabs my hand, pulling on my arm until I stand and follow her up the stairs.
We get to the top, where she leads me into the first room we come to.
When I see a double bed, I stop in my tracks, pulling Cal back before she reaches it. “Are you sure about this?”
“Ashton Chambers, have you ever asked a girl that question before—I can’t imagine you have.” Her head tilts to the side and she smiles while waiting for my answer.
I tell her honestly, “No, Cal. I’ve never asked a girl that question, but you’re Calla Bryson.” I run my hands around her tiny waist. “The girl I’ve wanted since I was at least sixteen years old, maybe younger,” my nose brushes hers, “and I’m not fucking this up by misreading the signals.”
Her eyes close, my head rests against hers, and her fingers weave through my hair at the back of my head.
She sighs. “Ash, don’t overthink it. I can’t make my intentions any clearer than bringing you to my bed, so go with your instincts.
” Her cheeks bloom with her smile. “We don’t have as much time as we thought, so let’s make every moment count, starting now. ”
I notice the rise and fall of her chest as she takes each delicate breath.
The slight curve over her beautiful breast urges me forward, and I caress her skin, working my way up her neck to find her soft lips.
I take the kisses I so badly need from her, but the languid movement of her tongue is all too slow and sultry.
With little effort, she’s turning me the fuck on—the need to be inside her is too much.
I pull my head back because I have to—our first time has to be special.
I walk her back towards the bed. Her legs hit the end of the mattress, causing her to fall backwards with me on top. Pushing back the hair from her face, our lips meet with an explosion of deep and tender kisses. I can’t get enough of her.
Feeling my way down her soft cotton top, I pop each tiny button, until the material falls away.
I want to see her, so I sit back on my heels.
The sight of her pure satin skin causes a rush of blood through my body.
I’ve never felt anything like it before; like my blood is on fire.
Fuck, if this carries on, I won’t last a minute.
Her white lace bra pushes her perfect mounds of flesh up so beautifully; I have to taste her porcelain skin—so I do. I pull the cup of her bra away from her breast, taking the soft pink bud of her nipple in my mouth. The sweet salt on her skin tastes incredible, just as I always imagined it would.
Calla reaches down to undo the button of my jeans; slowly running down the zip.
Her finger hooks over the waistband of my boxers and skims my stomach.
I hiss in a breath at her touch, but Cal is impatient.
She pulls at my waistband, forcing me to stop and roll off her.
I lay back on the bed while she gets up to remove my trainers and jeans.
When she’s done, I sit up and with one swift move; I pull my black t-shirt over my head—her gentle intake of breath triggers a smile to my lips.
I hope she likes what she sees as much as I appreciate every inch of her beautiful form.
Before I cover her body with mine, I get rid of her short shorts for good.
She giggles as I brush the outline of her hips and notice the ripple of goosebumps under my touch.
Once her shorts are gone, she lays back and extends her leg.
I see my opportunity and take it; dropping soft kisses to her inner thigh until I reach her centre.
My fingers follow suit across her thigh and towards the delicate lace of her G-string.
I catch the heated look in her eyes before as I explore her incredible body.
“Please, Ash, I want this,” she whispers.
I slowly slide between her legs. Catching the sliver of lace between my teeth, I pull the thin line away from her opening; eventually ripping it from her body. I want all of her; I need to taste every inch.
She reaches down for me. “Please, Ash, I need you inside me,” Cal begs.
It’s the hottest thing she’s ever whispered, but I’m not giving in to her wants yet.
What if we never have this moment together again?
I have no idea what will happen between us, so every second has to count as if it were our last.
I look over her body, taking in every inch of her soft skin then blow a gentle wave of air over her opening.
She heaves in a breath, begging me to come to her, but again, I look up with hooded eyes.
I’m drunk at the sight of her aching for me.
I need to be inside her too, but I also want to give her every sensation within my power. She deserves everything.
I lick her opening, suck her clit and fuck her with my tongue.
Her body moves, begging me for relief. There’s something in the way she breathes out my name, begging me to give in; to push her over the edge and towards her climax.
She ignites a spark in my body, making me so hard, the need for her overpowers me.
I reach over, grab my jeans and take a condom from my wallet.
As soon as it’s on, I slide over her body.
Her fingers fan through her hair, then she reaches towards the top of the headboard.
I pin her wrists together and hold them down with my hands above us.
When I enter her, she writhes against my body.
Sweet, gentle ripples engulf me as she squeezes around my length.
Her skin is soft, smooth and perfect; the sensation of her breasts against my chest drives me faster.
She feels so good; so totally perfect and I can’t stop touching every part of her.
I watch as I enter her repeatedly, her cries husky and sexy as fuck.
I want her to see it too. I pull away and her beautiful blues open at the loss.
My tone is soft when I say, “Trust me, Cal.” Her eyes follow my movements when I move off the bed, grab her thighs and pull her towards me, so I’m between her legs. Then I enter her again. She lays back.
“No, Cal, I want you to watch.”
Slowly, she sits up on her elbows, taking in the sight of me entering again and again. Our eyes lock until the moment she is about to come. When she does, she can’t help but throw her head back, her voice crying out for me. Seconds later, I growl my release.
I catch my breath while taking her in like this.
She is fucking perfect lying here, naked and all mine.
I’m trying to commit every part of her to memory because Calla Bryson is the girl who stole my heart a long time ago.
Now I’ve finally got what I’ve always wanted; I’m not taking any of this for granted.
I just don’t know how I’m going to get over this girl.
From the first day I saw her, I was hers.
Parting from Calla will be no easy task, no matter how much I kid myself.