Page 43 of Impulsive Saint
“Like I could forget that.” he murmured under his breath before realizing that was not the right answer.
“Another compliment? Thank you.” She swam so close they were almost touching.
“Ashtyn, we can’t do this…” he groaned as she ignored his words and slid her body right up against his.
Her sweet, beautiful, naked body. His hands automatically went around her waist. He told himself it was to push her away but somehow, when he touched her soft skin, his brain short-circuited and he found himself tightening his hold on her.
He could feel her every curve. Her breasts were against his chest and her nipples were hard. He barely had time to register the intense sensation before she surprised him again by wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her body pressed against him and there was no denying his attraction to her anymore because her matching moan told him she felt his erection.
Her beautiful face was right in front of his and he could smell her soothing lilac scent. He could feel his willpower leave his body. She was naked and wrapped around him just like all the times he’d imagined it while she was riding behind him on the motorcycle.
“Tyler.” she whispered his name and it was the sweetest seduction.
“Ash.” He barely managed, “We can’t…”
“We can.” She pressed her lips to his jaw, “It’s just you and me and we can do whatever we want. I want you. Do you want me?”
“You know I do.” He squeezed her waist, trying to keep her still when she rubbed herself against him. “But…”
Ashtyn pressed her lips to his and he forgot all the reasons it was a bad idea. He forgot what he was going to say. He forgot everything but how good it felt to have her in his arms. All he could think about was the press of her breasts and the sweet heat between her legs and the pressure of her mouth against his.
He kissed her back. There was nothing else he could do. Nothing he wanted more in the world in that moment.
He kissed her softly at first, testing her lips, learning the curve of them and then, when she opened to him, he took the invitation, delving inside with his tongue to learn the velvet taste of her. She wrapped herself around him more tightly, holding on as the onslaught of kisses turned deeper, heavier and more intense. She rocked her hips and they both moaned. The sounds colliding against their joined mouths.
It was only the intrusively loud music playing from somewhere nearby that had him coming back to reality. It was a car driving through the parking lot on the other side of the motel. Still, it was close enough to remind him that they weren’t somewhere private. They were naked, in a public swimming pool, at a cheap roadside motel and anyone could come around the corner or look out their window and see them like this, see Ashtyn like this.
That was the thought that finally restored blood flow back to his brain and forced him to pull back.
“Ashtyn, wait…”
Her mouth was red and swollen. Her blue eyes were glassy with desire. Her cheeks were flushed and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again in that moment but he moved a hand to her jaw and held her in place when she tried to lean forward to retake his mouth.
“Wait. We can’t do this here.”
He knew what he should have been saying was that they couldn’t do this at all. That’s what he’d meant to say, but somehow, she jumbled up everything inside of him. He’d crossed the line and he knew it. He’d known it from the moment her lips brushed his, from the second he’d joined her in the pool. Hell, he’d known since he followed her out of the bar and maybe even before, that this thing between them was inevitable.
All he could do now, all he could hope for now, was to save some part of his sanity and her virtue by sending her back to the motel room alone while he got his head on straight.
“Get your clothes and go to our room.”
Ashtyn blinked as if their surroundings were just coming back to her too, “Oh. Uh. I forgot where we…”
“I know. Me too.”
Her cheeks flushed so prettily and her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him from beneath them, “Come on, let’s go then.”
“No.” He pulled out of her touch. “You go first. I need a minute or two to get things… under control.”
Ashtyn pointedly looked at the erection between them. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She nodded and finally moved back from him.
“Hurry.” she whispered before turning and swimming to the end of the pool.
Tyler looked away before she climbed out, knowing what small semblance of willpower he’d managed to regain would drain away if he saw her body again. He wanted her. She was right. But he couldn’t have her. He shouldn’t have touched her. Not like that. Not while they were on this trip. Not while he was being paid to take care of her.
He growled and swiped a hand through his hair, willing his cockstand to go away. He’d made a mistake but he could still fix it. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t even have to be the one to call this crazy night off. He hoped that Ashtyn would get back to the motel room, dry off, and come to her senses before he returned.
Yes, that was it. She would realize this was a terrible idea. She would remember she’d been engaged to another man mere days ago and that she barely knew Tyler. She would be embarrassed by her bold impulsiveness and beg him to forget the whole thing and he would be able to play the role of understanding friend and they’d let it go.
