Page 107 of In Your Wildest Dreams
Where’d you go?
Me
With Everly at a table in the front.
Ash
Meet me by the jukebox
“Is there a jukebox in here?” I ask the table.
Everly nods. “Yeah. It’s in the far-left corner. You want to play a song?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.”
Her gaze narrows, then she glances at the phone in my hand and her lips curve up. “Tell him I said hello.”
The jukebox isn’t hard to find, but Ash isn’t there. I turn in a circle looking for him, then open our text chain again in case I misread it.
I’m tapping out a reply to ask him where he is, when warm arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“Hey,” he rasps. “Don’t freak out.”
“Why would I—” My sentence is cut off when he picks me up and carries me down a long hallway.
He kicks open the men’s bathroom and then sets me down. It’s empty and cleaner than I would have expected.
“Really? The bathroom?”
“I know, not romantic at all, but I couldn’t wait to kiss you any longer.” He backs me up against the door and both hands frame my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful and I’ve had to watch you talk to every other guy in the bar while I kept my distance. I hate it.”
Jealousy is a very good look on him. It’s not mean or fueled with angry words.
His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth. “But I’m so glad you’re here.”
My pulse races and my breaths come in quick, shallow gulps. “Me too.”
His lips drop to mine in a soft kiss, but that tenderness only lasts a moment before we’re both frantically trying to press our mouths together harder. His hips pin mine and his hard length pushes against my stomach.
One hand drops to the top of my jeans and a long finger curls under the material and pulls it away from my body. “I hate that I can’t claim you like this out there where everyone can see.”
His words make my heart soar. I shouldn’t want to be claimed. Not by him. That’s not what this is. We agreed to casual. But it feels so much bigger than that.
He pops the button and undoes the zipper of my jeans slowly as he continues to kiss me, then Ash shoves his hand down the front. The tips of his fingers brush against the silky material of my panties and then lower until he’s cupping me. He kicks my legs farther apart and then one finger is dipping inside me.
He pulls back to watch me as he pumps in and out of me with his long, strong fingers. First one, then two.
The door handle moves a fraction like someone’s trying it from the outside, then there’s a knock.
“Go the fuck away!” Ash calls without removing his eyes from me. The heel of his palm presses down against my clit and my eyes slam closed with pleasure.
The beat of the music in the bar filters through, drowning out the little moans and pants slipping from my lips.
“Come for me, Bridget. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past twenty-four hours.”
He removes his fingers from my pussy and strokes those two long fingers over my clit until my body goes rigid against him. My head falls back, and he drops his mouth to my neck. He sucks hard on the sensitive skin above my collarbone as his fingers glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves until I cry out his name.
His fingers don’t move until I’m limp and quivering against him. I’m thankful for the wooden door to lean against because my legs are wobbly.
