I narrow my eyes as understanding dawns. “You really are upset, aren’t you,” I say. “You’re jeal-”
Ash crushes his mouth down on mine before I can get the words out, and I’m stunned into silence. I can’t move for a few seconds as he kisses me hard, his tongue pushing past my lips and stealing my breath. I’ve never been kissed like this before, not just passionately, but aggressively. He isn’t just kissing me. He’s claiming me.
I’m panting when he finally pulls back enough for me to inhale.
“What were you talking to Kelsier about?” he asks again. Huskier.
“Nothing, I just…” I’m too lightheaded to form a coherent thought.
“Tell me,” Ash says as his lips move to my ear, and his warm breath tickles my skin in a delicious way.
“I told him to trash talk you,” I say, finally managing to get a handle on myself. “I was testing a theory.”
He lifts his head. “That’s why he was chirping at me all practice?”
I nod, and he huffs a laugh.
“I thought he was…” He trails off. “Never mind. You said you were testing a theory. What theory?”
I shake my head. “Not here. I can call you later to discuss it.”
He frowns, then nods. “Fine. Call me when you get home.”
His words sound like an end to our conversation, but he still has me caged in his arms against the wall, and damn me, but I don’t have any urge to make him move.
“Did you really think there was something going on between me and Kelsier?” I ask when he continues to stand there.
His eyes refocus, and he meets my gaze.
“You’re sure there isn’t anything going on between you?” he asks.
I throw an annoyed look at him for meeting my question with a question, but he only presses closer, pinning me against the wall. My breathing labors, but the issue isn’t physical.
Ash brushes his fingers along my cheek before he slides them down my body all the way to the fly of my jeans. My eyes flare as he pops open the button and grins at me. I only swallow as I look up at him.
“Just in case, maybe I need to remind you who you belong to,” he says as he pulls my zipper down.
I consider myself a feminist, but I go wet as a water park at his words.
“I only fake belong to you,” I whisper, unable to help myself.
I yelp as he flips me around so I’m facing the wall.
“We’ll see about that,” he rasps in my ear.
Ash grabs my hands and places them against the wall near my head.
“Don’t move those,” he orders. One of his hands snakes up to wrap around my opposite shoulder, and I inhale sharply as his other hand moves slowly down into my panties toward the apex of my thighs.
Am I really going to let him do this? The question flashes in my mind, but I have no will to stop him.
“Is…this a good idea?” I ask. It’s all I can muster by way of protest.
Ash buries his face in my hair over my shoulder. “Probably not,” he says softly. “But I really want to do it. Are you going to stop me?”
I try to say yes. I really, really try, but after five long seconds get sucked out through the air vents, I shake my head.
He pushes out a deep breath, and his fingers find my clit to massage it slowly. Any further thoughts of protest vanish as I moan and let my head fall back against his shoulder. Ash only slips his hand further into my jeans and pushes a finger inside me, making me whimper.
