Page 20 of So Wrong, It's Wright
"You couldn't look foolish to me if you tried, tiny." He hooks his finger under my chin and lifts until my eyes meet his again. "I am a forty-two-year-old man who’s gone all sweet over a twenty-five-year-old girl who lives almost a thousand miles away from me. I'm big and I'm nothing special to look at, and you’re tiny and so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt when I look at you. On top of that, I have two new friends out there calling themselves my fairy godmothers because they think I’m so hopeless that I can’t figure out how to talk to you on my own. But if I’m honest, I don’t think a lot about talking when I look at you, Tahlia. So, if one of us is foolish here, it's me from thinking I could actually lay claim to a girl like you." And that’s the exact moment my panties combust and I melt, my arms flying out to wrap around his neck as I slam my mouth against his, kissing him like a woman possessed.
“How about we finish this…conversationback at my place?” I whisper in his ear.
His answering growl is all the confirmation I need.
TAHLIA
“Iwas supposed to take you out to dinner first,” Ash says between kissing me as we barrel through my apartment door. It took us far longer than normal to make it up the ten flights of stairs I have to walk every day since the elevator isalwaysout. But the good news is, I live in a shoebox, so within a few steps, we’re already in my bedroom, the back of my shins hitting against the bed.
“We can order takeout,” I gasp, twisting open the buttons of his shirt as my mouth presses hungrily against his skin. “Or better yet. We can feast on each other.”
He lets out a groan then wraps his big hands around my waist, before he lifts me off the floor and my legs go immediately around his waist. I have no intention of letting go.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Ash,” I whisper, sucking on his bottom lip.
He chuckles. “I could say the same about you, tiny. But I’m not sure you really wanna see what’s under all this.”
“Oh, but I do. I want to feel your skin against mine, Ash. I want to see all of you.”
He looks at me for a long moment before he nods sagely. “OK. If you let go of me for two seconds, I think we can fix the clothing situation for both of us.”
I tighten my hold, squeezing my arms and thighs together. “If I let go, you might run away again.”
“If you don’t let go, I’m gonna pass out from this grip you’ve got around my neck.” He lets out a grunt, making a dramatic show of stumbling and wheezing as he collapses onto the mattress and pretends to pass out with his face buried in my neck.
“Oh no!” I laugh and shove gently on his shoulders. “You can’t pass out. I haven’t had my wicked way with you yet. You have to get up.” I rock beneath him, trying to get him to move, which is when I feel it. “Ohhh, youareup.” He groans as I lift my thigh, pressing me against his hard length.
“I’m always up when I think about you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my pulse.
“How often do you think about me?” I ask as those lips of his make their way along my jaw, then pause as he lifts himself up and looks down at me.
The soft rumble of his voice leaves his mouth just as his lips press to mine. “All the fucking time.”
I whimper as his tongue touches mine, my whole body coming alive as we move together, kissing and writhing, his strong body dwarfing mine and making me feel so dainty beneath him.
“Can I tell you something?” His hand slides down my side, wrapping around the back of my thigh.
“Anything.”
“I jacked off daily thinking about these thighs wrapped around my head.” He tugs my leg so we’re pressed together a little tighter. I moan.
“I thought about that too,” I gasp, arching back as he pushes my dress from my shoulders, dragging my bra with it so my breasts spring free, his hungry tongue flicking at my nipple as my fingers dive into his hair. “And since we’re being honest, I might’ve been imagining that while I—”
“Rang your own doorbell?”
With a laugh, I nod. “Yes.”
“That’s crazy hot.”
“You’re crazy hot.” I run my hands over his shoulders, down his chest, needing to touch him, needing more of him. When my fingers find the hem of his shirt, he catches my hand, then holds it against the mattress above my head.
“Nowthat, I know is a lie.” His tone belies his words, laughter in it as he takes my nipple in his mouth once more.
“It’s not a lie, Ash. I think you’re incredibly sexy.”
He laughs like he doesn’t believe me, instead focusing on pulling my dress down past my hips, pausing only to unclasp my bra when it gets caught.
“You don’t believe me?” I ask, lifting my hips as he whips the entirety of my clothing off my body, like he a magician tugging on a tablecloth.
