She didn’t have to answer. His thrust rendered her utterly full. They blended together in a way she could almost taste—sugar and lemon, wet, tart, sweet. Then, he pummeled.
Ashbey. Ashbey. Ashbey.Each gasp sounded his name.
A tell-tale quiver began in her legs. But before that aching pleasure could spread relief through her veins, he withdrew.
“No!” She nipped his shoulder.
“Patience.” He nipped her right back. “You’ll get your due in time.”
She barely noticed he’d released her wrists. Her eyes stung, but her body wept with craving.
Wrapping her in his arms, he lifted. She clung to his shoulders as he pinned her body against the wall. One leg dangled, not quite reaching the floor. His muscle held her in place and his driving thrusts resumed. The only softness she could find slid through her fingers as she clutched his hair.
Glimmers of release shimmered behind her lids. But again, just before the spark exploded, he withdrew.
“Ashbey,please.”
“Soon,” he whispered.
Soon?Involuntary quivers had stolen her strength. She had nothing left to give.
He carried her back to the bed like a child. Gently, he lowered her down.
“Stay, until I say.”
Cool air swirled around her body, raising tiny, tingling bumps beneath her skin. He, too, remained still—a naked man in full arousal, without any sense of haste.
He’d been wrong. Restraint—not power—was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Ashbey was neither at the mercy of his cock, nor her need. He was a pause in a symphony, the calm center of a raging storm. But the hardness in his cheek and the fire in his eyes exposed his latent brawn.
For that look, for that ever-so slight smile, she would yield.
“Kneel.”
She came to her knees.
“Now, lace your hands. Like this.”
He angled her body away, and arranged her hands behind her head.
“Good.”
Fear rippled through her stomach—to be blind to his body was to be blind to his intent.
Could she trust?
The bed dipped behind her, she resisted the overwhelming urge to turn.
He gathered her hair and draped it over her shoulder. He touched his lips—and only his lips—to a spot on her neck just beneath her hands. Fire charred his mark, and then burned a trail down her spine before flaring between her legs.
He placed a comforting hand against her hip. “Alicia.”
She closed her eyes. “Ash.”
He encircled her body and then teased her breasts, coming close to the sensitive points. She wanted him to touch, to roll, to bite.
“I can’t, Ash. I just cannot.”
