Page 48 of Puck to the Heart
“Sorry.” I gasped as he pinched the other nipple harder, smoothing his thumb over the slight twinge.
“Don’t apologize. I’ve got you.” His fingers cupped me, squeezing lightly as my breasts spilled over his fingers. “Enjoy it, Barnes. Take all the time you need.” His tongue traced the dip of my collarbone, the delicate curve there more sensitive that I’d realized, and I whimpered.
Oh, God, how embarrassing.
“Fuck, Olivia.” A low groan in my ear, a scrape of teeth where my neck met my shoulder. The sound left my throat again, making Ash’s fingers dig into my tits harder, and—he liked the sounds I made?
His hands slid lower, the rough tips of his fingers warming me through. And I shifted to let my thighs fall apart, silently inviting him to do more.
“You still with me?”
“I’m literally right with you. It’s not like I went anywhere.”Oops. Damn my smart mouth.
“Olivia.” The commanding tone returned, all bossy and demanding. The sound of my name in his mouth burned more than the bite of his teeth.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, grateful for the darkness to hide my face, and the expression I was sure would be half horrified, half snarky smirk.
“I thought I said not to apologize.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, more to be a smartass than anything else, but he made a growling sound in his throat. “Oh, you liked that? Sir?”
“This isn’t about me.” Oh, his voice went even deeper.
“I’m sorry…sir.”
“Olivia Elaine Barnes. Shut. Up.”
Shit, I liked that. I shouldn’t, but…
Shit.
The “yes, sir” came out of my mouth before I could stop it, and me muttered praise and admonishment against my skin, all while slowly pushing his hand lower, still avoiding the one place?—
Oh hell, one finger pressed down right over my aching center.
Another pathetic whine escaped my lips. Ash grasped my chin with his free hand and captured my mouth with his, stealing the sound as I made it again when he pressed harder against my throbbing clit.
Then he moved his handaway.
A keening sound left my throat, but he stole it too as his deft fingers traced the crease of my thigh, mapping the shape of me like he needed to commit it to memory. Moving his hand over the curve of my hip, the softness of my stomach. Drawing me into a sense of ease seemed to be his goal, except it was doing the opposite, ramping up the building heat.
Anticipation built as his fingers drifted closer to my center, my breath coming in short pants turning to ragged inhales as his fingers slid away. Again.
“Ash.” His name fell from my lips in a groan, a plea for him to put me out of my misery, but still, he continued, his fiery path drawing lines of aching pleasure leading straight to my core.
And my drench, pulsing center clenched on nothing, when finally,fucking finally, he let his hand drift lower to part me again. A single finger traced through the gathered wetness, and I let out another awful sound.
“Olivia, you feel—” He cut himself off when I grabbed his wrist before he could pull away again. Even taking him by surprise, he was immovable. All those stupid hockey muscles gave him strength I hadn’t anticipated. “Look at you, taking over,” he murmured, drawing closer to where I needed him, his voice sending skittering vibrations down my spine. “You’re doing so well, Olivia.”
“Oh God, OhGod.”
“You can just call me Ash.”
Somehow his cockiness made it worse. Made me lose all control of my body. Everything went tense and loose at once, and all I could do was breathe and feel. It was new, feeling this at all, but feeling this way with Ash… it was ground-breaking, like discovering a new element when it sparked in your face.
Then his finger traced my entrance, drawing wetness up to my clit, and I lost all coherent thought. Sparks danced in my vision, and my eyes squeezed closed when he stroked, slowly drawing circles closer and closer around to where I needed him until he… stopped. I hissed as I struggled to crack my lids open to see what thefuckhe thought he was doing, and one thick finger sank into me. It was agonizing bliss and sweet torture, but I still needed more.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck, Ash, I can’t—” But I forgot all words as he slid another finger inside me, another, stoking the building fire.
