Page 99 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“No, not really.”
His brows furrow.
“I felt like shit for not coming to the game. I shouldn’t have let Gabe scare me away so easily.”
“You were right to say no. It wasn’t fair of me to ask that of you. I underestimated what a prick he is.”
My body tenses. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing important.”
I cock my head to the side.
“Everything is fine,” he says. I’m not convinced, but he leans in and kisses me again and all my thoughts of Gabe, or anyone else, are gone.
Ash steps between my legs, pushing them farther apart as his fingers drift up under my skirt.
“I’m sorry about the game.”
He hums, then the tips of his fingers graze the lacy material between my thighs. His lips go to my neck and work their way down to my collarbone.
“You’ll get them next time, or whatever they say in this scenario.” I jolt when his thumb strokes my clit over my panties.
“Inthisscenario, the only thing I want you to say is my name, babe.”
“Ash,” I say, far breathier than intended.
“That’s it.” His fingers slip underneath the material. “Lie back, baby. I need to taste you.”
“Here?”
“Right fucking here. I can’t wait.” He hooks one leg over his shoulder as I lean back over the center console. He tosses his hat onto the dashboard.
Any uncertainties are quickly erased when his lips brush over my aching core.
“Ash.”
He moves my panties over to the side and then places another kiss in the same spot. I’m vibrating with a need so big it feels impossible to quell.
“Fuck, Bridge. You’re so wet. So ready for me.” His eyes lock onto mine as he covers me with his mouth.
“Yes.” I reach out for him and pull at the front of his joggers. I need more. I need him. Sex with Ash is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. He’s playful and fun but surprisingly tender and attentive too.
“I don’t have any more condoms in my wallet.”
“I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone else since…” I don’t say his name, but Ash nods in understanding.
“I get checked regularly.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly.
He dips back down between my legs and nips at my inner thigh. “But first I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”
This time when his mouth covers me, his touch is hard and demanding. His hands hold me in place as he alternates sucking and licking my swollen clit.
I’m gasping and writhing beneath him. It’s too much and not enough.
“I need…I need you,” I rasp.
