Skye rubbed awaythe sleep crusting her eyes. She rolled over and into the heavy weight of Ash filling the bed beside her. She must have drifted off while he played, as she had no memory of him coming to bed. He lay on his side, facing her. True to his word, he’d slept on top of the covers with the extra blankets pulled up for warmth. A moment’s pause had her marveling at how the rough edges of his face softened in sleep. She slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him.
Now, what to do with him over the next few days?
Her plans had originally included a spelunking trip, hang-gliding lessons, and a helicopter flight with Spencer. Her agreement with Ash had them splitting expenses, but she worried about her plans. They were all incredibly expensive.Maybe she should ask Ash if he wanted to go before canceling the activities?But she didn’t want to cause him any embarrassment. At least hiking in the woods was free.
She dressed quickly and put a log on the remains of the fire from last night. The coals were still warm, and it didn’t take long to rekindle the blaze.
Then, she turned to the small kitchen, excited to cook, and pulled out the carton of eggs.
Several minutes later, Ash stretched in bed, groaning. “Babe, whatever you’re cooking, I’m in love with it. Goddamn, that smells good.”
The underlying richness of his voice rolled over her, stroking a primal core. The man had been born to seduce, and her body shuddered as she thought about just that.
“Thanks.”
Eggs, bacon, sausage, nothing special, but the compliment was appreciated.
A minister’s son who swore like a sailor and had an inked dragon on his neck, Ash was a clash of contradictions driving her mad.
Standing, his tall form dominated the small room, even more so when he stretched. The black T-shirt pulled tight across the muscles of his chest, and the gray pajama pants hung precariously low on his hips. The V-line of his abdomen angled down, disappearing beneath the elastic waistband, drawing her eyes to his prominent bulge.
She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth as her eyes followed every twist and turn of his muscular body.
“Babe, you’re staring again.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She turned her back to him and pushed eggs around the skillet.
He came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered in her ear, “It’s okay. I like looking at you, too.” His palm flattened against her belly, his thumb lifting to stroke the swell of her breast. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Good morning.”
He spun her, forcing her to face him, and then cupped her ass in his hands. With a yank, he pulled their hips together. The man had no shame and didn’t even try to hide his erection. His pupils dilated, swallowing flecks of gold on a field of verdant green. The anticipation of a kiss hung in the air, and she lifted her gaze to the swell of his lips. She licked hers in preparation.
His gaze lowered, watching. “First order of business…” His cocky grin made an entrance.
Someone sucked all the air out of the room because she could barely breathe—or maybe that was because Ash was nipping at her lower lip. He ran his fingers in her hair, guiding her head, while she slipped her arms around his waist. Holding on tight, she fell into the bliss of his good-morning kiss.
A hunger stirred in her belly, working its way to her heart, and traveled up to her head where her mind worked on the enigma that was this man.
How was it that her body was responding to him?
He held her tight, kissing and nibbling, sucking and biting at her lips.
Ash ignited something indescribable, both exciting and terrifying.
She parted her lips, inviting him in, and he delved inside, his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted rich, sinful, and decadent. Her insides melted with the heat he stoked in her core, warming with the rush of arousal. She moaned, needing more.
He deepened his kiss, overpowering her with his desire, and then he lifted her off her feet. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection grew between them. It was impossible not to press against it. Heat blossomed between her legs, wetness dampening her panties. She wanted to feel his skin, so she pulled on the fabric of his shirt.
In his arms, she became an emotional disaster, a landslide moving toward sex, impossible to stop.
“Ash…” Her voice was uncharacteristically raw.
He effortlessly held her as he carried her across the room. Then, he tossed her down onto the bed, staring at her with labored, harsh breathing.
The fabric of his T-shirt stretched across his chest, and poking out of the elastic rim of his pajamas, the cut crown of his penis revealed itself to her eyes. Big, red, engorged, and glorious. Her mouth watered, anxious to taste him. She gazed at the object of her desire, her mouth opening, and she reached for the elastic, needing to give him a release, knowing he desired her touch.
“Ash,” she said, her voice rough with desire. This, she could give.
