Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Making love with Ashley was a revelation. She wasn’t trying to impress him with how loudly she could moan or the tricks she could do. She wasn’t here with him tonight because he was a rock star.
Every touch, every kiss, every breathless move she made beneath him as she came was so honest. So raw.
So damned good.
The hunger he felt for her was unlike anything he’d ever known as he put his hands on her hips, rolled onto his back, and pulled her up to straddle him.
She blinked down at him in adorable surprise at the new position. “Hi.”
He reached up to stroke the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “I swear,” he said as he ran his thumb over her full lower lip, “I could just look at you all night.”
“I’d rather you touched me all night.”
He loved the way she was so easily telling him what she wanted now. “Where? Here?” He stroked her lip again, slower this time, groaning when she licked the pad of his thumb.
“Yes.”
He moved his hand to caress her just beneath her earlobe. “Here?”
“Mmm…” She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”
He couldn’t resist moving both hands to the undersides of her breasts. “Here?”
She gave him her answer by rocking her hips over the bulge in his jeans. Her nipples beaded up against his palms, and he pinched them lightly in time with her movements against him. Slowly, he ran his hands down from her breasts, over her waist, to her hips.
“Let me help take you all the way again, Ash. I can’t get enough of watching you come.”
When her eyes fluttered open again, they were foggy with renewed arousal, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hand over her hip bone and her gorgeously wet sex.
A low moan fell from her lips, and she rocked once, twice, three times against his fingers, taking more of him each time. But suddenly, she stopped.
“Not without you.” She was clearly determined as she reached for the zipper of his jeans and began pulling it down. “I don’t want to come again without you inside of me.”
The hot words falling from her lips were already enough to send him over—but combined with the light pressure of her fingertips as she worked his clothes down over his erection? Holy hell, he had no idea how he didn’t lose it right then.
“Drew.” She was staring at his shaft as though it held the answers to all the questions she’d never thought to ask. “You’re beautiful.” She reached out to touch, but then hesitated.
“Please,” he begged. “Touch me.”
The moment she wrapped her hand around him for the first time, and sighed with pleasure, was one he’d never forget.
“You don’t have to be gentle, Ash.”
She looked up at him, her hair falling over one eye, and gave him a small smile. “Show me.”
He’d known being with Ashley would be good. But the way she made him feel with nothing but a smile and a simple request was so far beyond good that his mind and his body had already erased everyone who had come before her.
She was the only one who mattered.
The one he’d been waiting for.
His hand was shaking as he wrapped it around hers. Together, they stroked up, then down. Up, then down again.
“Your skin is so soft,” she marveled, “but underneath…” Her eyes were wide with wonder as they met his. “You’re so hard.”
“A week, Ash.” She tried to move her hand on him again, but he wouldn’t let her. Not when he was this close to combusting. “I’ve been like this for a whole week. Before that, even.”
Her voice was husky as she asked him, “Did you want me to do this?”
“Yes.”
“What else do you want me to do?”
“Love me.”
The answer was out before he could stop it.
But he didn’t want to take it back. Didn’t want to do anything but thread his free hand into her hair to pull her closer for a kiss.
Their mouths had barely touched when the vee between her legs naturally settled over his erection.
Her heat seared him, her wetness beckoned him, her sweet sounds of bliss seduced him.
One slight shift of his hips and he could be inside her.
And the truth was that he’d never been so tempted to break all the rules—every last one—and take her bare, with nothing between them at all.
When she rolled her hips against his in just the right way to take him inside, he nearly gave in.
But she meant too much to him to ever risk her in that way.
“Ash.” He put his hands on her hips, both to still her movements and to lift her slightly.
“Protection.” He could barely think straight, which made words hard to come by.
“I need to put on protection.” He nodded at the small bedside table.
“In there. Max, he stocks all his buses. But you’re the only one for me, Ash. ”
She pulled out the new, unopened box and took one out. “I’ve never put one on before. Will you show me how?”
“Next time,” he promised her. “Right now, I’m too close.
” With gritted teeth, he focused on the task at hand, trying not to notice just how avidly, how hungrily, she watched him roll down the latex over his hard flesh—and definitely trying not to think about how it would feel if she were the one doing it.
Finally, she was back where she belonged, straddling his hips. “Let me feel you, Ash, just moving over me.”
She laid her hands flat on his chest, and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she focused on doing just what he’d asked her to do.
She was at once sweet and oh so sexy as she rocked faster and faster over him, pushing her hips harder against his with every stroke.
And then, with just the slightest tilt to her pelvis, she began to take him inside.
Her breath caught as she stilled over him.
“Ash?” Every sign told him she was a virgin. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, or move too fast. “If you’re not ready—”
“I am. So ready.”
She’d never sounded so passionate about anything, and she backed up her words with another slow, sweet inch of slick heat over him.
He was nearly delirious by now with the need to consume her, body and soul, but he wanted her to know, “Only take what feels good. Only take as much of me as you can.”
“All of you.” She leaned forward to kiss him. “I want to take all of you.”
Didn’t she know? “You have all of me already.”
“Not yet,” she whispered as she took him into herself—slow, trembling, breathless, perfect. “But I will soon.”
“Oh God, Ash, the heat of you over me. Surrounding me…” He groaned, trying to hold still, trying to keep from thrusting up, pushing as deep as he was desperate to go. “I’ve never felt anything so good. Never known anyone so beautiful.”
He could feel how small she was, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pause to catch the breath that he could hear hitching in her throat.
Instead, she continued to rock her hips over him, small, intense motions that took him inside of her little by little.
He wanted more. So much more. But he couldn’t stand to hurt her.
Not even the slightest bit if he could help it.
“Ash—”
“I love it,” she said now as she bent her arms to lower her face to his for a soothing kiss. “I love the feel of you inside me. You don’t have to be careful with me. I won’t break, I promise.”
He knew how strong she was, but he didn’t want her to look back on her first time and remember anything but pleasure. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“There’s only one way you could ever hurt me. By not being honest with me. By not being yourself. What do you want, Drew?”
“You.”
Her lips curved up into the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “Then take me. All of me. Without holding any of yourself back.”
Between the feel of her wet, hot body over his and the words falling from her beautiful mouth, he was so far out on the edge that he almost couldn’t pull himself back. But he knew he needed to try.
“I’ve wanted you too much, for too long. If I don’t at least try to keep control—”
“No.” With that one word, she sank all the way down on him. Past any barriers that had been there before. Past the point of no return. “I don’t want either of us to be in control tonight.”
As if her words were the key to the final lock on his self-restraint, in the next split second, Drew had flipped them over so that she was on her back and he was looking down on such pure, sweet beauty that it was nearly impossible to take all of her in.
But he already knew that he could look at Ashley for the rest of his life and never stop being stunned by what he saw. Such honesty. Such intelligence.
Such heart.
He rocked into her, and as he drew back, they both gasped as her inner walls clenched at him.
“Again.” She grasped his shoulders so tightly he knew there’d be marks. Marks he would be proud to wear. “Do that again.”
As he rolled his hips into hers again, sweat dripped from his body to hers. Even as she gasped with the pleasure of taking him into her, she licked out against his shoulder.
“So good.” She closed her eyes and shifted her hips to increase the friction between their bodies. “I wouldn’t have waited to sleep with you if I’d known it would be this good.”
She’d made him smile from the very beginning, just the way he was smiling now. “If you had known, would you have seduced me that first night?”
“Yes.” She tilted her hips again to take him even deeper, the most sensual creature ever put on this planet. “Yes.”
“I knew,” he told her as he threaded his hands through hers and put them on either side of her head. “I knew we would be this good.”
“And you still made us wait when we could have been doing this since Los Angeles?”
He laughed into the crook of her neck as he nipped at her sweat-slickened skin, and she moaned at the way the small movement shifted his body inside hers. “A little anticipation never killed anyone.”
“It almost did.” Her words were borderline accusing, which made him laugh again…setting off another sequence of vibrations from his body to hers and then back again. “You have a lot to make up to me. All those hours without your body over mine. Inside of mine.”
If her words hadn’t already been enough to send him from still barely rational to pure insanity, the way she sank her teeth into the cords of his neck just then did it.
And in that instant, he forgot that she had been a virgin just minutes ago.
Forgot everything except how much he wanted her, how much he needed her—and how much she wanted and needed him, too.
All that mattered was giving her the pleasure she craved. The pleasure she’d been waiting for.
He tightened his grip on her hands and, without warning, thrust hard.
Deep. Her eyes went wide, and her breath came out in a whoosh.
But he didn’t give her time to recover before he did it again.
Even harder this time. As deep as he could go.
Her legs had been around his waist, but now she planted them on either side of his knees to give herself traction. Traction to take even more of him.
He wanted to memorize every incredible moment where she was giving herself to him.
The way her eyes fluttered closed on a gasp of pleasure, then opened again as if she was determined to take in his pleasure, too.
The way her skin shone with sweat. How the tips of her full breasts were tight with arousal that he needed to take against his tongue until her sex was clenching tight around him again with every pull of his lips.
How she grew even hotter, even wetter, as he moved to lave her other breast with the same wild passion.
“Drew.”
For his entire life, he’d been putting emotions into words and music. But in this moment—one that felt like the most important of his life—there was only his mouth against hers so that he could drink in her sighs, her gasps, her moans while they made love.
And in that instant of beauty and wonder, Drew could suddenly see that for his whole life, he’d been holding back. Holding back a part of himself, even in his music.
But with Ash, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. Couldn’t hold back when she touched every last part of him, inside and out.
He whispered her name over and over against her lips as more heat, and more mind-blowing pleasure than he’d ever known was possible, built up between them.
And then he heard a low cry vibrating from her throat, felt the tight, rhythmic pull of her body against him, and he fell with her.
Way out over the edge. Way past control. Way past sanity.
Way past the man he’d been before she’d come into his life.
Straight toward something that felt exactly like love.