Page 76 of Starcrossed Colorado

“Just enough.”

He brushed his lips over mine, the gentlest hint of a kiss, and then went to check the apartment. I climbed into his bed, snuggling under the covers and inhaling the scent of him that clung to the sheets.

After a few minutes, his warm, heavy body slid in behind me. I turned and rolled right into his arms.

“Thank you for tonight,” he said.

“Thank you for sharing so much with me.”

He was just looking at me, fingertips tracing lines back and forth along my side. So I added, “If you don’t kiss me soon, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

He laughed, his tongue darting out over his lower lip.

Our kisses were gentle at first. But when I moaned against his lips, Ashford’s grip on my upper arm tightened. He shifted me onto my back. His tongue nudged at the seam of my mouthfor entrance. I opened up, loving when his tongue pushed inside and glided against mine.

I draped my leg around his hip, inching closer, and the hard line of his cock suddenly pressed into my other thigh. “Oh,” I breathed.

I felt him smiling against my mouth. “Don’t mind him. You’re getting me excited. But don’t worry, we’ll take this slow.”

“I’m not as innocent as you seem to think.”

His gaze was dark and intense as it moved over me, assessing. “Is that so?”

Ashford took my hands and pinned them onto the mattress above my head. His thumbs pressed firmly into my palms. His hips moved, erection rubbing between my legs through our layers of clothes.

I whimpered.

“Have you thought about this before?” he asked. “You and me, here, in my bed?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Did you make yourself come?” he murmured into my ear.

“Yes. But I wanted it to be you.” I gasped and sighed at the way his hard length massaged my core at the perfect spot. “Your cock. Your tongue. On my clit, inside me. All over me.”

“Show me how you touched yourself.”

He shifted to unpin me. I traced my hand down my stomach and into my shorts. Using two fingertips, I rubbed circles over my clit while not breaking eye contact with him.

“Spread your legs wider.”

The bossy tone of his voice made me wet. I bent my knees, letting them splay open. Ashford made a growly sound and nudged his own fingers along my inner thigh until they reached the juncture between my thighs. He pushed aside the thin cotton of my sleep shorts. “Fuck, Emma. No panties.”

While I rubbed my clit, he played with my opening. Pushed one thick finger inside, then two. I moaned at the sensation of fullness.

And then I cried out, an orgasm suddenly taking me over with a rush of pleasure.

Sliding his hand away, he grinned deviously. “You’re right. You’re not innocent at all.”

A sudden jolt of insecurity hit me. I felt myself flinch, and I glanced away from him.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah.” But a tiny thread of guilt had just wiggled its way into my mind, even though I’d tried to keep it away. Ashford had been honest with me tonight. Didn’t I owe him the same? “There’s something I should tell you. About why I left my grad program.”

“You said it was a bad breakup.”

“It was. Very bad. But I didn’t tell you exactly what happened, and I don’t know if…” My voice got thick. I cleared my throat. “If you’ll see me the same way after you find out.”

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