aching and open as she met each of those thrusts. More than anything, she wanted to release that hard and throbbing cock so that Ash could bury it deep inside, filling her, claiming her.
“Ash, please…” she choked. “I need—”
“I know what you need, baby, because I need it too,” Ash soothed as he raised his head, both hands cupping beneath her bottom to lift her away from the wall before he carried her toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.
The doors were slightly ajar, allowing Ash to see that the room on the right was Lissa’s bedroom. Discarded clothes lay over the bedroom chair; several photographs sat on her dressing table.
He nudged the door open all the way with his foot before carrying her inside, narrowed gaze noting the bedclothes were only disheveled on one side of the double bed. Confirmation—if he had needed any—she had slept alone last night.
His earlier jealousy had been completely out of order. Lissa didn’t owe him any explanations for anything she did. He had no claim on her, apart from a single night spent together a year ago. His accusations had also been totally unfair to Ethan, and Ash owed his brother an apology later today.
None of which was of the least importance when he had a half-naked Lissa in his arms and a bed they could share.
He was also totally overdressed.
They both were.
He lay Lissa down on the bed, his gaze holding hers as he slowly pulled the nightgown the rest of the way down her body before straightening to look down at her.
A completely naked Lissa was exquisite.
The darkness of her auburn hair was feathered out on the pillow behind her. Her skin was smooth and the color of ivory. Full and pert breasts were tipped with those surprisingly dark and engorged nipples. Slender waist. Fuller hips, that intriguing tattoo of a phoenix decorating her left hip bone. Trimmed darker auburn curls covering her mound. Her legs were slender and silky. Feet bare.
Ash held her gaze as he took a foil packet from his wallet and placed it on the side table before quickly removing his own clothes. He wasn’t sure he, or his aching cock, would be able to bear the disappointment if Lissa told him again this was a mistake. He needed to be inside Lissa as much—more—than he needed his next breath. Breathing was overrated anyway if it came to a choice between that and making love with Lissa.
“The demon cat isn’t going to stick his claws in my bare ass, is he?” he teased. But only halfheartedly. The cat had only tolerated him yesterday and would no doubt welcome the chance to physically demonstrate his place in Lissa’s affections.
She chuckled. “Sherlock went out exploring after he’d eaten his breakfast.”
“Good.”
Lissa’s heart pounded loudly as she watched Asher finish undressing. If anything, he was even more lean and muscular than he had been a year ago. As for his cock… Her memories hadn’t done it justice as it curved long and thick toward his navel, the bulbous top glistening with precum. “Asher—”
“Don’t.” He pressed his fingertips against her lips as he lay down on the bed beside her. “I want this, Lissa. You want this. We both want this, damn it.” His eyes were dark and fevered.
Lissa hadn’t intending arguing the point. How could she, when just looking at all that hard and muscled nakedness confirmed what she already knew: she had been wanting Asher again, desiring him, since the two of them met on Friday evening. Hell, she had wanted this, wanted Ash again, since the moment she walked out of his apartment a year ago.
She had accepted dates with half a dozen other men during that year. But it had been more because she thought she should rather than any real desire to do so. She had wanted to get over her lingering feelings for Asher.
But wanting and getting were two different things, she had quickly discovered, as none of those men held any interest for her beyond the first date. She certainly hadn’t
“Ash, please…” she choked. “I need—”
“I know what you need, baby, because I need it too,” Ash soothed as he raised his head, both hands cupping beneath her bottom to lift her away from the wall before he carried her toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.
The doors were slightly ajar, allowing Ash to see that the room on the right was Lissa’s bedroom. Discarded clothes lay over the bedroom chair; several photographs sat on her dressing table.
He nudged the door open all the way with his foot before carrying her inside, narrowed gaze noting the bedclothes were only disheveled on one side of the double bed. Confirmation—if he had needed any—she had slept alone last night.
His earlier jealousy had been completely out of order. Lissa didn’t owe him any explanations for anything she did. He had no claim on her, apart from a single night spent together a year ago. His accusations had also been totally unfair to Ethan, and Ash owed his brother an apology later today.
None of which was of the least importance when he had a half-naked Lissa in his arms and a bed they could share.
He was also totally overdressed.
They both were.
He lay Lissa down on the bed, his gaze holding hers as he slowly pulled the nightgown the rest of the way down her body before straightening to look down at her.
A completely naked Lissa was exquisite.
The darkness of her auburn hair was feathered out on the pillow behind her. Her skin was smooth and the color of ivory. Full and pert breasts were tipped with those surprisingly dark and engorged nipples. Slender waist. Fuller hips, that intriguing tattoo of a phoenix decorating her left hip bone. Trimmed darker auburn curls covering her mound. Her legs were slender and silky. Feet bare.
Ash held her gaze as he took a foil packet from his wallet and placed it on the side table before quickly removing his own clothes. He wasn’t sure he, or his aching cock, would be able to bear the disappointment if Lissa told him again this was a mistake. He needed to be inside Lissa as much—more—than he needed his next breath. Breathing was overrated anyway if it came to a choice between that and making love with Lissa.
“The demon cat isn’t going to stick his claws in my bare ass, is he?” he teased. But only halfheartedly. The cat had only tolerated him yesterday and would no doubt welcome the chance to physically demonstrate his place in Lissa’s affections.
She chuckled. “Sherlock went out exploring after he’d eaten his breakfast.”
“Good.”
Lissa’s heart pounded loudly as she watched Asher finish undressing. If anything, he was even more lean and muscular than he had been a year ago. As for his cock… Her memories hadn’t done it justice as it curved long and thick toward his navel, the bulbous top glistening with precum. “Asher—”
“Don’t.” He pressed his fingertips against her lips as he lay down on the bed beside her. “I want this, Lissa. You want this. We both want this, damn it.” His eyes were dark and fevered.
Lissa hadn’t intending arguing the point. How could she, when just looking at all that hard and muscled nakedness confirmed what she already knew: she had been wanting Asher again, desiring him, since the two of them met on Friday evening. Hell, she had wanted this, wanted Ash again, since the moment she walked out of his apartment a year ago.
She had accepted dates with half a dozen other men during that year. But it had been more because she thought she should rather than any real desire to do so. She had wanted to get over her lingering feelings for Asher.
But wanting and getting were two different things, she had quickly discovered, as none of those men held any interest for her beyond the first date. She certainly hadn’t
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