As if he were reading my mind, Ash cleared his throat and said, “This doesn’t have to end, you know.”
I looked up at him, not sure what he meant. Of course our time up in this cabin had to end. Roads would be cleared. Planes would take off. The future would descend upon us whether we liked it or not.
“This between us,” he went on, seeming uncharacteristically hesitant. “I know we signed that contract. That this was a fake thing between us, for a month.”
I swallowed, wondering if he was saying what I thought he was saying.
“We don’t have to, you know…” He swallowed, too, and I realized he was nervous. Ash Black was nervous, talking to me. My heart swelled.
I reached over to him. “We’ve already kind of done things we said we wouldn’t in that contract.”
“Yeah.” He wrapped an arm around me, drawing me close. “The no-sex clause didn’t exactly happen.”
“We ripped that right up,” I agreed.
“So, about what we have going here.” I could feel his heart beating fast. “Do you, ah, want it to end in a week?”
“No,” I answered, quickly and honestly.
I felt him exhale. But he still held himself tense. “I thought you might, that night in Vegas.”
“You mean the night you kidnapped me?”
“Yeah, that one.” He sounded sheepish.
“I’m glad you did,” I reassured him. “But, you’re right. I was thinking about breaking things off. Fake or real or whatever this is.” Now I was stammering a bit, too. “Because, the thing is, Ash, I can’t really do that whole scene in L.A.”
“No, I can’t either,” he agreed with me urgently.
“Really?” I looked up at him. “Because that’s pretty much your scene.”
“No,” he protested, but I kept looking up at him, waiting for more. “OK, yes, it was. It used to be.”
“Until you met me?” I couldn’t help it, my question was laced with doubt. It wasn’t that I didn’t think much of myself. I had a pretty good sense of what I was bringing to the table, both great and not-so-great. But Ash had lived a hard-partying life all his 26 years. A flash romance with me wasn’t going to change all that.
“It sounds like rubbish, I know,” Ash admitted, shaking his head. “But I’ve been tired of this crazy life I’m in for ages. A couple years now, if I’m honest. I’m done with it.”
I wanted to believe it, take it at face value and just let it make me feel good. But the pragmatic part of me had to interfere. “That’s pretty easy to say when you’re snowed in here with no one but me to keep you company. What about when we’re back?”
“I don’t want to go back,” Ash answered, holding me close.
“Neither do I,” I confessed. “But at some point we have to go back.”
“Not to the way I was living. I’m not going to do it. I want to figure out something new.”
“You do?” I looked into his eyes, so dark and sexy.
His lips parted, full and red. “I do. I know it sounds like bullshit. But you have to remember, it’s like show and tell in school.”
“Like show and tell?” Sometimes it got hard to follow exactly what he was saying, he was so freaking hot. His shoulders so broad and muscled, rising above the bubbling heat. His jaw so strong, that stubble dark and rough. I wanted to feel it on me. Between my legs.
“Show and tell,” at least he continued the conversation. “You’d bring something in from home and talk about it?”
“Yes.” I remembered show and tell.
“I’m better at showing how I feel than telling.”
“Yeah?” My question came out breathy. I really wanted him to show me.
“Yeah.” His voice sounded deep and husky and he brought a hand to my neck, slowly trailing a thumb down my skin to the hollow at the base of my throat. “Can I show you how I feel?” he asked.
“Hell, yes,” I managed before I sank into his kiss, kissing him more deeply, more passionately, more breathlessly than any lead characters in any of the historical romances I’d read in the basement of my town library. We kissed and kissed, twining our limbs, drifting our hands along each other’s skin, kissing each other like we’d never stop.
Gently, he eased me out of the water, kissing every inch of me that emerged. I’d grown hot, from the water and his loving, and now the chill of the winter air felt welcome. He kissed along my belly, brought his hands to my ass and there was that scratch of stubble, right where I’d wanted it. Damn, did it feel good, adding just the right amount of rough along with his long, slow, hot licks straight up my slit. The man was a freaking genius with his tongue.
I clenched his hair in my fingers and he really began to feast on me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and fucking me with his tongue. Up he’d swirl over my clit, grazing it with his teeth, just enough to make me gasp, then he’d suck me in full with his gorgeous lips and start tongue-fucking me again until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ash!” I cried out, bucking my hips into his face. “Ash, I’m going to come!”
He growled into my pussy, licking and lapping and then bit down right onto my tender clit.
“Ah!” I screamed as the orgasm hit me, hot wave after wave washing through my body as he sucked and licked and drank me in.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned as he finally lifted his head, licking his lips.
“Oh God, Ash.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and slid down his body, his hands traveling up my back. I positioned myself right at his groin, right where I could feel his huge, swollen shaft. I brought my hand down to his cock and wrapped my palm around it, savoring the feel, velvet and steel.
“You’re so big, Ash,” I moaned, feeling him grow under my stroking. His muscles gleamed in the water, the lights and steam showing them off. I wanted to lick him everywhere. I sank my mouth down to his chest and kissed and licked.
“Fuck me, Ash,” I groaned, pressing my sex down against his cock. “I need you inside me.”
“I can’t go easy, Ana,” he warned me, lifting me to the top step in the tub. “I can’t do it.”
“Don’t go easy, Ash,” I begged him as he began positioning my legs, throwing one up over his shoulder, then the other. “Fuck me hard,” I pleaded.
“Yes,” he cried out as he positioned his tip and then sank into me deep. With my legs thrown over his shoulders like that, he got so deep inside of me. My mouth flew open and I gripped the base of the step to brace myself.
“Keep your legs like that and hold on,” he growled as he wrapped his hands around my ass and started to fuck me good. Driving into me so deep, he kept hitting me exactly in the spot that made my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck! Ash!” I screamed, almost not able to take it yet wanting more, wanting him to split me in two, wanting him to fuck me harder than he ever had. He drove into me again and again, relentless, seeming to get even bigger as he took me.
“I can’t wait to come in you, Ana.” His voice, so rough and deep, the way he held me and took me. I’d never felt so cared for, so possessed. “Are you going to take my come, baby?”
“Please,” I begged him, knowing how good it would feel. That hot shot of thick come from his cock, feeling it deep inside of me. I was so close and once I felt him shoot it into me, I knew I’d come, too.
“You want it?” he asked, breathless and rough, pounding into me like a jackhammer.
“Yes,” I moaned, holding onto the step as best I could for purchase, my legs up over his shoulders.