Page 58 of Twist of Fate
I lean forward, pressing kisses to her soft skin as I slowly push her shirt up. Her eyes are open now, watching me as I crawl up her body. When I reach her bra, a thin, lacy thing, I drag my thumb over one hardened nipple. Her chest expands; she sucks in a breath and lets out a little moan.
So sensitive. So responsive.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that sound.” I peel the lace down. Her tits are fucking perfect. Full and round, I can’t stop myself from reaching down and swirling my tongue over her hardened nipple. “How many fantasies I’ve had about touching you.” I kiss her collarbone and her neck until I’m so close that I can feel her hot breath on mine. “Tasting you.”
I choose to abandon her perfect breasts only because the thought of going another minute without kissing her feels impossible. Before Ash, I never thought a single kiss could change you. But with a single kiss in an ancient garden, Aisling shot that theory straight to hell.
I thought I could forget.
The moment our lips touch, I know I’m screwed. This isn’t exactly how I remembered it. No.God, no. It’s so much better.
Fisting my hand in her hair, she gasps as I tilt her head and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to since I saw her sitting in that conference room. With passion. Reverence. Love. I slip my tongue into her mouth as my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest. Her fingers dig into the fabric of my shirt like she’s barely holding on.
That makes two of us.
“I want this off,” she says against my lips, tugging at my shirt.
“Okay,” I say with a playful smile. “But, tit for tat, Ash. I should also get to choose a piece of clothing for you to take off.”
She looks down between us. Her shirt is still shoved up to her collarbone; her bra is askew. I laugh. “That doesn’t count. They’re still technically on you.”
“All right. What will it be?” She arches a brow and then gradually slides her hands beneath my shirt. The sensation of her fingers against my skin is almost enough to distract me.
But we’re talking about getting Ash partially naked, so not quite.
I help her with her task by grabbing the back of my collar and yanking the T-shirt over my head. She watches, her eyes hooded, as her nails rake over my chest.
I shudder.
Trailing my fingers down between her breasts and over her bare stomach, I stop when I get to the waistband of her leggings. Her breath hitches as she watches me slowly start to tug them down over her hips.
My eyes narrow in on her knickers, and then I look up at the pink bra. Matching set.
“You better not have been wearing this for any of those daft eejits you work with.”
“You know, sometimes women wear pretty things just for themselves, not because of some ‘daft eejit.’” Her imitation of my accent is atrocious and adorable.
“Does that mean you wear shit like this all the time? Like when you’re passing me in the hall at work or sitting over there alone in your flat at night?” I pull the leggings off the rest of the way and toss them to the floor.
“Maybe,” she taunts me as her knees fall open, giving me the tiniest glimpse of the scrap of lace between her legs.
“Fuck.”
“Now, remember—” She snaps her legs back together as she braces herself on her elbows and grins. “The deal was one article of clothing. You already got yours, and these panties were expensive. So, be a good boy and behave.”
Behave? Is she taunting me? If I knew she was this feisty in bed, I probably wouldn’t have made such an effort to be agood boywhen we first met. “Is that a challenge, Ash?”
She shrugs. “Just making sure you know your boundaries. You’re the one who set the rules. I’m just ensuring you follow them.”
My mouth gapes open. I’m fairly certain I never stated just one piece of clothing, and she knows it. But, sure, I’ll play along.
“The thing is, darlin’.” I run my hand up her inner thigh, spreading her legs as I nestle myself between them. “I don’t actually need to remove any of your clothes to make you come.”
I bend down and kiss her knee, her inner thigh, working my way up. “I could slip my hand between your legs and get you off while we sat at a pub or one of those meetings you ignore me in. No one would know all the dirty things I was doing to you right under their noses.” I hear her breath hitch. Oh, she likes that idea.
“Finn,” she pleads, her voice breathy and full of desire.
My patience snaps, and I wrap my hands around her hips and haul her toward me. She lets out a little yelp of surprise as her ass hits the edge of the bed. I push the lace of those pesky knickers she demanded to stay on, keeping to the side, and catch my first sight of her. Fucking divine. I dive in like a man starved.
