Chapter Six #2
I don't know what comes over me. Really, I don't. But as soon as he says the words, it's like every single ounce of desire he made me feel last night comes roaring back into screaming focus.
All I can think about is how much I want to feel how hard he is right now.
And how much I want to finish what I wish I'd been brave enough to finish last night.
I push him backward with a hand on his chest, backing him down the path toward the cabin until I'm fairly confident we're no longer visible from the road.
"What are you doing?" he asks, a cocky smirk on his face when I start pushing him toward a tree.
"Finishing what you started last night," I say, meeting his gaze. I have no idea where this new confidence came from, but I'm not questioning it, not when he's looking at me with enough heat banked in his eyes to start forest fires. "You got a problem with that?"
"Just one," he growls, spinning us at the last second, so I'm the one who ends up pinned to the tree with him looming over me. His lips come down on mine in a hard kiss, his hands grasping at mine to pull them up over my head. "I never got to taste you last night."
I moan so loud, the whole damn canyon probably hears me. Ask me if I care.
Spoiler Alert: I don't. I really, really don't.
I want to be wild and carefree and fuck this man against a tree after he has his mouth on me.
I want to say to hell with the rules and just dive headfirst into whatever madness this is.
For once, I don't want to be Loralei Grey, boring librarian.
I want to be the woman reflecting back in his eyes when he looks at me.
He kisses me like my mouth is life-sustaining, one hand sliding down my body, between my breasts, down my belly, and then between my legs. "You going to let me eat you right here against this tree, Loralei?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into him. He could ask for anything right now, and I think I'd agree to it.
"Good, because I want the whole canyon to hear my name breaking on your lips," he croons, nipping my throat before his hand slips inside my pants. He freezes and then grunts. "You're wearing panties today."
"They were dry."
"Pity," he says, twisting his hand in the crotch of them.
"Ash, don't you da—"
Too late. The fabric gives with an audible rip, shearing away from my sex.
"Those were the only pair I have out here," I complain, biting his lip hard.
"Good. Problem solved then," he says with an unrepentant grin.
"You…oh," I moan, losing the threads of whatever complaint I was going to lodge as soon as his thumb touches my clit. I lose the ability to think at all when he drops to his knees in the mud in front of me, yanking my sweats down.
"Stay just like that," he murmurs, his eyes locked on my center. "Christ, look how pretty it is, baby."
"Ash," I whimper, loving the way he looks at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.
There's no artifice to the way he stares at me, no bullshit.
He isn't putting on a show, saying what he thinks I want to hear, or just going through the motions.
The truth is painted into every stark, starving line of his face. He's ravenous. For me.
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip before he splits me open with two fingers. "Jesus, Loralei," he groans, his eyes locked on the sight of my swollen clit. "You're dying for me, aren't you?"
"Yes!" I sob. "Ash, plea—"
He moves like lightning, burying his tongue inside me. As soon as it swipes across my clit, a bolt of pleasure rips through me, and my legs threaten to buckle. I cry out, grasping at his head to keep myself upright.
He wraps one arm around me, anchoring me to him as he kisses my pussy like it's my mouth, making love to it with his tongue. I sob his name, certain I'm ripping out entire chunks of his hair, and equally as certain that I can't stop.
"So fucking good," he grunts, forcing the tip of his tongue into my hole to fuck me with it. With my legs still pressed together, trapped by the way he holds me and my sweats, he has to fight to get it inside me. But I think he likes the fight.
He snarls, his nose grinding against my clit, as he forces it deeper. His beard chafes my thighs in the most delicious way. I throw my head back, staring up at flashes of the sky through the canopy of trees overhead, feeling like I'm flying and falling and fucking all at once.
I splinter apart with a sharp cry that echoes around us, my hands clamped in his hair, my pulse clattering in my ears. My whole body detonates before surging to fire.
Ash just grunts and keeps eating me, not letting up until I'm practically climbing the tree to get away from his mouth. Only when I'm begging—a litany of pleas spilling from my lips—does he lean back on his heels, wiping his hand across the back of his mouth.
His eyes are midnight blue, his cheeks flushed.
He looks like sin incarnate on his knees, staring up at me with fire in his eyes.
"Goddamn," he breathes, his chest heaving.
The look on his face is all devil and sin, somehow deadly and beautiful at the same damn time.
"If you don't want me inside you, you better run, beautiful. "
"What?"
"If you don't want me inside you, run."
I stare at him, trying to process. And then I see the glint in his eyes, and realize he wants to chase me. He wants to catch me. He wants the thrill and the chase and the wildness of it all.
My entire body ignites again.