Page 59 of Twist of Fate
I haven’t been with a woman in a long time. I kept telling myself it was simply because I didn’t have the time. But deep down, I knew it was all just a lie. I just didn’t want anyone else but her.
“Hell, Ash,” I pant, spreading her hips as I bury myself between her lush thighs. “You taste like a fucking dream.”
She pulls my hair, rolling her hips as she wantonly rides my face. “Oh my god,” she groans, completely lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. It makes me feel cocky as fuck. I taste every inch of her, savor every moan, and completely lose myself in this moment.
She’s so wet. Her panties are soaked, her arousal dripping down my chin. It’s fucking sublime. I slip a finger inside her slick pussy and practically weep from the feel of it.
Jesus, fuck. So damn tight.
I add another; her body grips me like a vise. My cock is so fucking hard. I don’t think I’ve ever been so envious of my own damn hand before. I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside her. She bows off the bed. I suck down on her clit again.
“Finn—” she cries out. “I’m gonna?—”
She lets go, her body convulsing as she writhes and moans my name again. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I crawl up her body and place a tender kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself on me.
“Ash,” I say softly. I want to call her something else, something that has meaning to us—to both of us. Something I was only able to say once, but it meant everything.
But I can’t. I’ve already made enough stupid decisions today.
“That was?—”
Whatever she is about to say is lost, interrupted by the buzzing of a cell phone. I glance over at my side table and then at the other (because what single guy doesn’t need two side tables?) and see hers glowing.
I reach for it to grab it for her but freeze as soon as I see the caller ID.
“Ash,” I say, my voice revealing a sudden surge of emotions. “Why is Theo calling you?”
Her face pales, and then she glances down at her watch. “Shit, what time is it?”
“What time is it? What does that have to do with anything?”
She doesn’t respond and instead answers the call. “Hello?” There’s a pause, and she takes the opportunity to fix her bra and pull down her shirt. I add this travesty to my already long list of reasons why I hate Theo Vasquez. I have a feeling that by the end of this phone call, I’ll have a few more. “Oh? How early?” she asks, her eyes widening. She practically leaps off the bed. “Now?” Another pause. “No, no. It’s fine. Of course, I’m not mad, just surprised. I already put you on the list with the front lobby. They’ll let you up. Yep, you too. I’ll see you in a minute.”
She hangs up and begins searching for her pants.
“I have to go.”
I fold my arms across my chest as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her intently. “That’s it? You have to go?”
She exhales sharply, and her eyes finally connect with mine. “What do you want me to say, Finn?”
“I want you to explain why it sounds like you’re fleeing my bed to go meet your ex-fiancé.”
Her jaw drops. “It’s not—” She runs a hand through her hair and then angrily snatches her leggings from the floor. “We’re just friends. And also, it’s none of your business.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I can still taste you on my tongue, darlin’. How is that none of my business, exactly?”
She grips the leggings between her hands and takes a purposeful step forward. Her bare legs brush my inner thighs as she looks down at me with ire. “So, what then? You want to date? Be my boyfriend? Stake your claim?”
I think back to that fateful moment just outside her hotel when my whole life changed. And then all the days that followed.
I swallow down a swell of emotion and look away.
“That’s what I thought.”
She puts on her leggings while I grab my shirt. I don’t say anything more about it, but just as we’re about to leave the bedroom, she turns back around. “Theo was there for me when my mom died,” she says, and I suddenly feel sick. I always knew I’d become a villain in Ailsing’s life story; I never expected Theo to step back into the hero role.
“I don’t—” She lets out a heavy sigh. “I don’t have a lot of people in my life, and while we may not have worked out romantically, he’s been a good friend. He knows we’re over. We’ve both moved on. I’m pretty sure the only type of dating he does these days is the casual kind, anyway.”
