"You will. Soon," Ashton says, the deep timber of his voice sending shivers down my spine. "We have things we need to talk about, but I've waited too fucking long to get you naked in my bed. I won't wait any longer, Ivy."
Ashton moves suddenly, wrapping his hand around the sheet and slowly pulling it down my body. My eyes snap up to his, widening as I see the glittering intent in his gaze. This isn't a look I'm familiar with. His blue eyes darken to indigo, sending shivers down my spine and causing goosebumps to erupt across my breasts, tightening my nipples.
My fingers curl into the sheet at my breasts to stop him, but with one hard yank, he whips it away and tosses it onto the floor behind him. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around myself, trying to cover bountiful flesh with just my hands. I know he won't hurt me, but the threat of his big body has desire and trepidation rushing through my bloodstream in equal amounts.
He drops one hand to my hip, squeezing my rounded flesh firmly, just enough to make me gasp. The sensation of his fingers biting into my skin sends a heated rush straight to my core, creating a pulse of need between my thighs.
Sweet Jesus, what is he doing to me? It feels sinful. He's barely touched me, and I'm desperate to have him inside me. I think maybe I always have been.
Ashton's eyes drop to my lips as I run my tongue over them. It's like I can't help it. My body is taking over, tempting him, trying to lure him in. I want his kiss so badly, his tongue sliding against mine.
My eyes drink him in. His dark brown hair is now peppered with gray at the temples, but it only makes him even more attractive. Desire washes over me in a fierce wave. I feel like I can't breathe. I'm too hot.
He reaches out and runs a finger down my cheek, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His head starts to dip towards me, and my breath freezes in my lungs.
Oh, God, he's going to give me what I want! He's going to kiss me!
His lips hover a scant inch from mine, but then he turns his head and buries his mouth against my throat. Wet warmth slides up my collar bone to my ear, blazing a trail of fire as he licks me like I'm his favorite dessert.
My whole being clenches as he catches my earlobe between his teeth and bites just hard enough to cause a tiny zing of pain. Lust hits me straight in my core. I can already feel my juices coating the tops of my thighs.
"You taste sweeter than anything I've ever had on my tongue," he rasps, his breath tickling my ear and making me shiver. "I know I've shocked you, but I'm done playing games. I'm hungry, Ivy, and you've just become the starter, main, and dessert."
My mouth opens, but the words get stuck in my throat. There's no mistaking his intentions. He wants me! I can see it in every line, every micro-expression on his face—a face that features in every one of my R-rated dreams. I hold my breath, wondering if those dreams are about to become a reality.
"You trust me, don't you, Ivy?" Ashton asks, his eyes boring into mine.
I tip my chin up. In for a penny… "I've always trusted you. Always wanted you."
He closes his eyes briefly, and when they open again, they're heavy with pleasure and… relief?
"Good, because you have no idea what the sight of you in my bed does to me. Fuck knows I've waited a long time for this. I'm going to give you what you want, and I'm going to take what I need."
I'm beginning to get an idea of what he needs, based on the intense look in his eyes. Is it possible he feels the way I do? The idea has heat cascading through my body. The pulse between my legs intensifies, throbbing with my heartbeat, and I squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the ache.
"Yeah, you want it too, don't you, Kitten? I can tell by the way you're squeezing those luscious thighs together. Do you need me to ease the ache in that tight little pussy?"
I swallow hard, unable to find my voice, so I just nod. His dirty words shock and thrill me simultaneously, and my body reacts viscerally, heart-pounding, nipples tightening. Am I still asleep? Have I slipped into one of my fantasies? Maybe I should pinch myself to see if this is real.
His breath escapes him in a hiss at my consent. His eyes drop to my body, sliding over me like a caress from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. "Perfect," he murmurs. "I love looking at your body. You gave me a glimpse in your bedroom that day, didn't you? Teasing me, showing me what I couldn't have."
He reaches out and moves my hands down to my sides. Leaning in closer, his mouth hovers an inch from mine. "I'm going to kiss you now, Ivy. And once I do, there's no going back. You'll be mine, understand?"
My breathing is labored as my eyes fix on his mouth. God, I want to feel those lips on mine, taking me, claiming me, branding me his. "I understand."
He closes the remaining inch between us, brushing his mouth over mine before pulling back. I whimper, completely unsatisfied by that slight touch. I lift my hands, bunching them in his shirt. I lick my lips. "More," I demand.
Ashton slides his hands into my hair, pulling it tight in his fists and tilting my head back. "More, what?"
"More… please!" I choke at the mercy of my body.
"Better," he nods.
His mouth hits mine, and I moan in pleasure. He takes advantage of the opening to thrust his tongue inside my mouth, sliding it against mine. The kiss is rough and desperate, fueled by years of want and lust. Everything about this is forbidden, naughty—and so very right.
I kiss him back ferociously, wriggling closer, so I'm practically in his lap, grinding myself against him. One powerful thigh sits between my legs, and I give in to the temptation to rub myself against him. It feels incredible, electrifying, and my clit throbs as heat begins to build deep in my womb.
"You trying to make me cum in my pants, Kitten? I'd rather cum all over your face and tits, mark you with my seed," he rasps, his hands tightening almost painfully on my hips.