Not even my brother was that willing to appease me.
“Your dreams?” I repeat, my breath catching in my throat. I don’t even know how to answer because it’s Ashton, and he’s this ever-evolving crush that I can’t seem to escape, nor do I want to.
Ashton stretches and rests his arms on the back of the sofa.
I’ve seen that maneuver in movies, when a guy wants to wrap an arm around a girl’s shoulder.
Is he being coy or fucking with me?
I honestly can’t tell, and I take another swig of the disgusting piss drink just to gather a little more courage.
Unfortunately, it isn’t an instant drink-and-be-brave potion.
“You don’t want to hear about my dreams,” Ashton says and throws me a wink.
My body heats and I shift on the sofa to face him.
“Are you flirting with me, Ashton?”
His eyes tighten, and he smiles lazily. “Would it be so bad if I did, Nova?”
It’s the way he says my name that sends tingles down to my core.
Ashton leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You invade all of my thoughts, my dreams. I want to kiss you.”
My mouth parts and I stare at him in disbelief. If this is a game, it’s cruel.
“You want to kiss me?” My voice betrays me as my mouth grows dry. Holy hell, I never thought a guy could make my insides heat from just a simple phrase of the tongue.
His thumb grazes my cheek, his hand on my jaw, guiding his lips to mine. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want me, Nova.”
It’s that voice that’s toe-curling when he whispers my name. Maybe it’s just because I’ve got it bad for Ashton Rinaldi.
His lips move closer, hovering over mine, his breath mingling with my own as he pauses, waiting for me to either make the next move and lean in or pull away.
His gentle caress against my cheek pulls me in, finding his lips against mine. The kiss is soft and sweet at first, gentle and inviting.
I don’t want it to end, and I pull him against me, tasting beer and something else distinctly Ashton.
He smells incredible. He showered after the game, and the fresh scent still lingers like cologne and mixed with a woodsy soap that tickles my senses.
It is uniquely Ashton, and I could drink it in forever.
Our lips tangle, and his fingers move to the base of my neck, holding me tight, bringing me closer.
I feel the need stirring and climb onto his lap, straddling him.
His mouth is fused on mine, my hands caress across his back, holding him close, needing to feel one with him.
Ashton pulls back, both of us gasping for air. He rests his forehead against mine as he stares straight into my soul.
“You should sit back down on the sofa if you don’t want this going any farther,” Ashton says.
My heart is racing as I try to catch my breath.
“I want you,” I whisper, feeling the courage to tell him exactly how I feel.
He moans and covers my lips with his again.
