“You’re welcome,” Ash murmurs.
Even in the dim light of the parking garage, I see he’s not looking me in the eyes. His gaze is fixed lower…on my lips.
“Ash?” I ask hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
“I just need one taste,” he says, and it feels like he’s talking more tohimself than me.
“Taste of what?” I ask. I don’t dare to believe he’s talking about what I think – what I wish – he’s talking about.
His eyes move up to mine, and the connection locks into place like a deadbolt.
“Of you,” he says.
My stomach does a backflip as Ash’s hands land on either side of me on the roof of the car, caging me in.
“Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this,” he says, leaning closer.
I’m completely frozen as my breathing shallows. My body screams at Ash to touch me, and he obliges. He presses closer, pinning me gently against the car as one of his hands slides over my cheek then behind my head to secure my neck.
I have to suppress a whimper when his lips touch mine, gently at first, then more urgently. His tongue coaxes my mouth open and slips inside. I faintly taste the beer he’s been drinking as he deepens the kiss, and this time I can’t hold back the moan that climbs up my throat. I need more of him, and my hands anchor on his waist to hold him against me.
“Fuck, baby. Your lips are so soft,” Ash whispers against them before he kisses me again.
Everything tightens between my legs to hear him call me "baby." He said it once for Drew’s benefit, but there’s something about the way he says it now that drenches me. I’m only wearing a thong, so I might need to put something on the seat of the car when he’s done.
Ash’s tongue pushes in further to explore my mouth, and the muscles between my legs begin to throb. I want to drag him into the back seat and ride the shit out of him, but I can’t because I’m sort of his teacher-slash-therapist, and the ethics of the situation are…questionable.
I push on Ash’s shoulders, and he pulls back reluctantly.
“You should go back to the club,” I say softly. “The guys will be wondering where you are.”
“Do you want me to go?” he asks.
Sweet Jesus, no. But that’s not a good answer.
“Youshouldgo,” I say, trying to deflect. “If someone sees-”
“What if I don’t want to go?” he interrupts.
I have no idea what to say, and then words are impossible because Ash’s mouth is on mine again, and I don’t have the will to push him away. My nipples are painfully tight against his chest, and if he hiked up my dress and fucked me here in the middle of the parking garage, I’d let him.
It seems like minutes before Ash comes up for air, and I gasp as he pulls back just enough so our panting breaths mingle with each other. He has me sandwiched between him and my car, and I feel his erection dig into my stomach.
He’s drunk. It’s the only explanation I can come up with for his behavior and for the rock-hard dick I can’t ignore. I have to leave now because I can’t handle his look of regret later if this goes any further.
I open my mouth, fully intending to make him go back inside the casino, but I can’t force the words out.
“You look fucking amazing in this dress,” Ash says, and I blink at the pivot in topic. “Just one more new side of you.”
I frown, not entirely sure what he’s talking about. I’m ready to ask when he speaks again.
“What else are you hiding from me?”
My frown deepens. “Hiding? What are you talking about? I’m not hiding anything.”
He brushes his lips against my temple as his hand plays with the hair at the nape of my neck, and it takes everything I have to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says softly. “I see you, Gray. All of you.”
