Page 93 of In Your Wildest Dreams
I pull up my panties and re-tie my scrubs, then giggle when I look around. “No kidding. I think my brain short-circuited when I saw you. I can’t believe you’re here. Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Not anymore.” He tugs me to him and brushes his lips over mine. “How long do you have for break?”
“Thirty minutes minus however long that took.”
“So twenty-eight or twenty-nine more minutes.” He grins impishly. “Not my best work.”
“No complaints here.”
He takes my lower lip between his teeth and then kisses me again. “Can I see you tomorrow?”
“I have classes and then I need to sleep for a few hours and study. I don’t work tomorrow night though.”
“I have a team community service thing in the evening.”
“Oh.” My disappointment is palpable.
“Come over after class. You can sleep and study at my place. I can’t go another day without seeing you.”
“Okay,” I say, lacing my hands around the back of his neck. I really love Ash’s bed. Mostly because it’s his.
He must have expected me to say no because his eyes widen with delight. “Really?”
“Yeah. I can’t go another day without seeing you either.”
* * *
The next afternoon after a glorious nap in Ash’s giant king-sized bed followed by an hour of naked time with him giving me multiple orgasms, we set up in his living room. I’m studying on the couch and he’s in a big arm chair watching game film.
I look up and find him watching me. A playful smile teases his lips, and he drops his gaze back to the iPad.
When it happens a second time, I laugh. “What?”
“Nothing. You just look damn good wearing my clothes and sitting on my couch.”
I stole a thin, faded college T-shirt from him and sweats that I had to roll at the waist to keep from falling to my ankles. They even smell faintly like him. “I may never give this shirt back.”
“Looks better on you anyway.” He sits forward and drops the tablet on the coffee table. “I have an interview in a few minutes. I’m gonna go in the office so I don’t bother you with the noise.”
“Okay.” I nod as he stands. He drops a kiss on my lips before going upstairs. I still haven’t been up there, but he told me there’s three guest rooms and an office.
I try to study, I really do, but after thirty minutes without remembering a single thing I’ve read, I give up and quietly head upstairs.
Ash is easy to find. I follow his voice to a room at the end of the hall. The door is open an inch and Ash is sitting in a tall, office chair in front of a desk. He has in headphones so I can’t hear the person on the other line.
He smiles as he speaks, talking about the team with enthusiasm that’s contagious. I don’t move, but he must sense me because he glances back and spots me.
I lift a hand in a wave and start to retreat, but he waves me in. Quietly, I enter. His phone is on the desk, face up. No video, check.
Ash pulls me down onto his lap, never faltering while he talks.
I straddle him, appreciating his broad, naked chest. He places a kiss on my lips and whispers, “Hi.”
I get lost listening to his voice and soaking up his presence. When the interview is done, he ends the call and tosses his headphones on the desk.
“I got lonely downstairs by myself.”
“Sorry it took so long. Done studying?”
