Page 41 of Savage in the Streets
“Fuck, Bailey, now’s not the time to throw my words back at me. I wantyou. I wantthis. I wantus.”
As though to emphasize my point, I snake a hand behind her neck and pull her into another kiss.
Her nails rake my shoulders like a cat in heat. I need to get inside her. It’s the only way to sate this urgent hunger.
I slide my hands under her shapely ass, lifting her as I stand. Her legs tighten around my waist as her mouth presses feverishly against mine, hungry and needy.
To send me further into madness, her core is pressed up against my raging hard-on. There’s no way I can deny myself any longer. Not when all I want in this world is mewling in my arms as I carry her to my room.
Bailey. My Bailey.
There’s no way I’m ever gonna let anyone take her from me. Not a chance.
“Are we really doing this?” she pants, her eyes a mix of lust and fear.
“It’s all I’ve wanted to do since you came into my world. It just took me a while to realize it.”
“But aren’t you afraid?”
I snicker. “Darling, the only thing I’m afraid of is losing you.”
* * *
Bailey
Ashton throws me onto the bed, then makes a show of pulling off his shirt.
I still can’t believe this is happening. That Ashton Ward, with a blue-blood pedigree and Ivy League degree, is making such an effort to impress me.
He flexes his rock-hard abs like a peacock flaunting his feathers, and as much as I detest arrogant men, my body ignites in a swoon.
Then it strikes me. He’s anxious, which is ridiculous because of all the women he’s been with.
This is all because he likes me.
“Your looks and body are great,” I whisper. “But they don’t matter. All I want isyou.”
He looks at me with an adoration that I don’t see in the men I’m usually date. As primal as his need is, he rushes nothing, and his slow, methodical advance toward me as he crawls onto the bed is torture to my longing soul.
“Fuck, Ashton—you don’t have to build anticipation when I’m already about to explode.”
I sit up, my lips meeting his as we lock in another passionate kiss, only parting when he slips my shirt up and over my head.
A hand slips behind my neck, disallowing my lips from escaping his, another slides under my backside, pulling me down as his torso presses against mine, forcing me flat on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moans, his mouth exploring my skin, his hands, my breasts.
With every feather-light touch of his lips, my body ignites until I can hardly stop myself from shaking.
A hand pulls at the elastic of my panties, bringing them down over my legs until I lay completely naked before him.
His eyes take me in, and I grow suddenly jealous that he gets to gaze at all of me while he’s still covered. I press my feet to the backs of his thighs, sending him jolting forward so I can grab the band of his pants and slide them down his fabulous rear.
When I look down between us at his rod of steel, I quiver, so high on lust I can barely see straight. It’s enormous, thick, and perfect in every way a cock could possibly be.
“You’re a little over-eager,” he says with a chuckle.
“Speak for yourself,” I shoot back as he shimmies the rest of the way out of his pants and boxer briefs.
