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I rolled my eyes and got up, taking my plate back to the kitchen. I felt like an idiot. Who was I to challenge him on how he treated me? Hell, he was looking out for me, and I repaid him by wanting… more.
“I should probably go,” Ash said from the living room and stood. He brought his plate to the kitchen.
“Fine,” I said tightly.
“This isn’t about you,” he said.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of games.” After everything I’d been through with Oscar, the last thing I needed was to look for something from another man when I wasn’t going to get it. Ash was messing me around, sending me mixed signals. I wouldn’t humor him by falling for it.
“I’m not playing games,” Ash said.
“Maybe you should just go, like you said,” I said, suddenly exhausted.
“I’m trying to keep things simple between us.”
“Simple?” I asked, and barked a laugh. “You’re the one who started all this. I wasn’t the one who pinned you against a wall. You were the one who kissed me and tongue-fucked me until I orgasmed.”
Ash’s face changed while I talked. His lips had parted, and his eyes had grown dark with need. Lust flared up between us like gasoline set alight.
I glared at him, my emotions warring inside me. A part of me wanted him to leave so that I could be alone, try to process what was going on here.
A part of me wanted him to follow through with the animalistic need I saw on his face.
“Just go,” I said with a strained voice.
Ash took a step closer, so close that a sigh could have pushed us together. I was painfully aware of his size. “I can’t be with you.”
“Then don’t be with me,” I snapped.
“If I do, there will be consequences.”
“Whatever.”
Ash shook his head, scowling and turning away from me. I moved away from him, trying to step past him to go to my room, but he stepped in front of me. His eyes were glowing now—there was no mistaking it. He stared at me with eyes radiating a sapphire blue, and his face was full of desire.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he said.
“I—”
But before I could formulate a sentence, Ash grabbed me and kissed me. He pulled me tightly against him, his enormous hands cupping my cheeks as his fingers reached into my hair and his tongue snaked into my mouth.
I melted against him, my need for him overshadowing anything else I might have felt until now. I felt like I’d been wandering in the desert for years and finally gotten a drop of water. I was dying of thirst, and Ash was all I needed.
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, his hands on my thighs, and I parted my legs. He stepped between them, grinding his cock against my core. The cotton dress I wore tightened around my legs, the rough material of his pants deliciously harsh against my naked sex. I didn’t have any underwear here, and I liked how easy it made it for him to access me.
I gasped into Ash’s mouth. I was on fire. My skin ached for him to touch me, and the heat that washed over me pooled between my legs. I was wet in no time.
Ash growled into my mouth, and the kiss became urgent. He mashed his lips against my mouth, and I moaned.
I reached down between us, taking charge. I cupped his erection through the pants he wore—it was also made of some kind of cotton. Didn’t anyone have normal clothes around here?
My thoughts about the clothes were wildly interrupted when I felt his cock. His size was impressive, his cock hard, straining against the inelastic material. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and Ash growled. He bit my bottom lip, the burst of pain sending a jolt of pure lust through my body.
I reached into Ash’s pants and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He sucked his breath in through his teeth when I did. I didn’t have space to move in his pants—the material wasn’t elastic at all.
Ash broke the kiss and stepped back.
“If you keep touching me, I won’t be able to stop,” he said. “I can’t stop. Not with you. I don’t know…” He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “I can’t stop with you.”
