He wanted to do what she asked. Throw her on the bed and take her hard and fast until they were both screaming. There would be time for more later, after the first time was out of the way, but he didn’t want that. He was supposed to be teaching her something here, helping her understand that she was a goddess, giving her a boost of confidence so she could walk into that damn reunion of hers with her head held high, floating on a cloud as the beautiful, confident, sexy woman she was.
He couldn’t afford to close control and give in to his baser side, no matter how much his dick wanted it. The problem was, his brain was shutting down, one fucking cell at a time and all the blood was currently in his rock-hard erection, making it impossible to think or hold himself back or use good judgement.
“What’s the second thing?”
“What?” Ash’s question snapped him out of his inner battle.
“You said for one. Where’s the for two?”
“Oh.” Trace’s eyes tracked a pattern to the bed. “There’s a cat watching us. His eyes are glowing and it’s slightly unnerving. He’ll probably go for my ball sack the second I get on the bed and use it as a fucking scratching post.”
Ash let out a smothered gasp of laughter that sounded more like a snort. “Oh my god. That’s just Slappy. I’ll get him out. Hold on.” She walked over to the bed, scooped up the cat, and carried him out. He hissed at her and took a swipe at her face, but she just laughed as she closed the door. “Slappy is king here, in case you didn’t realize.”
“I realized. My theory about the shredded balls is probably correct.”
“You’ve seen too many movies.”
“I’m not taking any chances.”
“He’d probably just claw your butt or your leg. Maybe latch onto your toe and not let go.”
“I’d have to get a tetanus shot after.”
Ash rolled her eyes. She sauntered back over, suggestively, far more freely and brazenly than he’d ever thought possible for someone who seemed so shy and unsure of herself. Where did this sex goddess come from? To think he might have awakened it with a few hot kisses and caresses was pretty self-involved, and he wasn’t ready to go that far. He might be good, but he wasn’t that good.
“Are you trying to tempt me?” He narrowed his eyes.
Ash froze. “Why? Is it- is it wrong? Oh god. I look stupid. I look stupid, don’t I?” She immediately went to cover her breast, but Trace reached out and pulled her in hard against him. She let out a muffled rasp of surprise when she hit his chest, palms first. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard, breathless.
“You do not look stupid,” he corrected breathing heavily as he ripped away. “Believe me, you look anything but.” He lifted her and tossed her lightly onto the bed. She let out a little squeal and inched away. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back down. “You could never look stupid. Even if you did, it would still be sexy. Sexier than any other woman. You are beautiful, Ash. Tremendous. Sexy. You’re a goddess. You’re meant to be worshipped and that is exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed.
He let his hand slide up her thighs until they reached what he really wanted, the tight, beautiful heat sheathed in those fucking lace panties that he’d rather rip off than leave on. He had to draw the line somewhere though…
He crawled over her, the ache in his skin intensifying until it felt like it might actually kill him. He bent his head and licked and kissed his way up her thigh. She mewled and writhed underneath of him, but there was no way he was letting her go. He kept her pinned down until he reached her gorgeous pussy. He kissed a hot trail over her panties, and god, her juices coated his lips right through the soaked lace.
He ground his hips hard into the bed, fucking that soft mattress and those sheets through his boxers. Fuck, it hurt, but it felt good. He imagined blowing his load right there, like a teenage boy. She reduced him to it, easily, with barely any effort. It had been a while for him, since he’d actually slept with another person, but god, this was ridiculous.
Trace shut that part of himself off and concentrated on Ash. This was for her. For her pleasure. If he came in his boxers, so be it. He wasn’t going to stop until she knew she was a goddamn queen.
CHAPTER 9
Ash
Ash knew by the way Trace was taking his time with her, licking her through her panties, doing that slow exploration that drove her mad, he was trying to be sweet and considerate and think of her needs before his own.