Page 88 of In Your Wildest Dreams
I let out a whimper when his fingers graze the inside of my thigh.
“I don’t usually do this,” I say, knowing I’m such a cliché.
“Do you want to stop?”
“God, no.”
He chuckles, then moves his hand up over the curve of my ass. He hooks his thumb around the back of my thong and pulls so the material tightens around my core. My entire body trembles and I react by sinking my nails into his skin.
He lets out a low groan. Long fingers splay out over my ass cheeks. He pulls back and looks down at me with my dress bunched up around my hips and my panties wedged between my slickness.
“Goddamn, Bridge.”
Flames dance over my skin. I pull his sweater up and he helps me remove it. My eyes adjust to the dark and I admire his tattoos. I trace the butterfly tattoo with a finger and read the script over his chest.Collect moments. It seems appropriate because this moment right now, I don’t ever want to forget it.
Slowly, I let my hands drop back over his six-pack abs and v-cut to the top of his jeans. He’s patient, letting me have a moment to take him in. But his jaw is tight, and his muscles are coiled taut.
He flips on a light, revealing his living room when I flick the button open and then slide the zipper down.
He goes back to kissing my neck and collarbone as I glide my hand down the front of his open jeans, under his boxers, until I can wrap my fingers around his hard length. He’s thick and long. He rocks into my touch and I swipe my thumb over the tip.
I’m rewarded with his teeth scraping along my skin and his hands squeezing my ass so hard it almost hurts. He shifts, sliding one leg between mine. My sensitive pussy jolts at the contact.
“Wait,” I say, pulling away only enough to get out the word. “This…us. Is this just tonight?”
He freezes immediately, but his dick twitches against my stomach in protest. “Definitely not.”
“But it’s just casual, right?”
His gaze narrows a fraction. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I swallow. “We should keep it casual. It works with your schedule and I’m not ready to do another relationship. Plus, who knows what Gabe would do if he thought we were together, and I don’t want to do anything that could come between me and Everly.”
“That’s a lot of reasons.”
“I’ve thought about it a lot.”
He clicks his tongue and nods, fighting a smile at my admission. I’ve thought about us together and now he knows it. “We can do this however you want.”
“Casual,” I repeat. “We’ll see each other when we both want but no labels, or going out together in public, and when it’s over, we’ll be friendly or at least civil when our paths cross.”
“Already talking about the end and I haven’t been inside you yet.” Ash chuckles, then groans again as he finally moves his fingers to my clit. It feels too good to do anything but rub against him. I need more.
“I just want to make sure we have a plan,” I say. What I mean is that without one, I think this man could crush my heart into a million pieces.
“Got it.” His voice is gruff. “Do you want to sit down?”
“Sit down? Why? Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a low growl. “I want to keep kissing you, but I think we’d both be a lot happier if you were riding my dick while I did it.”
My body shudders. “We agree on something.”
I push his jeans and boxers down while we walk over to the couch, and Ash frees me of my panties.
He takes a seat, dick jutting up strong and proud. I swallow thickly as he hooks one arm around my back and pulls me down onto him.
We lunge for each other, kissing like it’s been days instead of seconds since his lips were on mine last.
