“You had more than a little.”
He tried to lift her off his lap, but she clung to his neck and buried her face next to his dragon tattoo.
“Let me do this.”
Strong hands gripped her waist and lifted. “I don’t want you to regret anything we do. I’ve done that too many times, and I don’t want that with you.”
Unwilling to fight him but not ready to give up, she let him move her off his lap. After he deposited her on the seat next to him, she crouched at his feet.
His eyes widened, but he showed no indication that he wanted to move her again.
She rested her hand on his thigh, brushing the side of the bulge behind his zipper. His cock hardened beneath her touch.
“I’ll regretnotdoing this.” She licked her lips. “I’m not ready to sleep with you—not yet, not…” She swallowed down the memories. “Not in the way you want, but I want to do this.”
He put his hand on top of hers and stroked her pinkie finger. “I’m more than willing to wait.” He leaned down and gripped the sides of her face. With a soft kiss, he lifted her off her knees, pulling her up and away from her goal.
She let him bring her halfway up, her lips following his mouth, but she broke off the kiss and pulled back. “I want this.” This was about taking control, something she’d never done during sex.
She released the top button of his jeans and grabbed the zipper. His body stilled. But, once she released the zipper, the long, hard length of him surged forth.
She arched a brow. “You were supposed to buy underwear.”
“Underwear is overrated,” he said with his signature smirk.
“How convenient.” She stroked the silky skin of his cock.
He hissed and grabbed her hand.
She brushed his hand away and took a firm grip.
As she stroked him, he threw back his head. “Fuck!”
“Sorry, you’ll have to wait for that,” she said with a snicker. “I have something else in mind. You’re going to enjoy this.”
A man like Ash must have had many lovers.How would she compare when stacked up against them?
Ash curled his fingers in her hair. “I should say no, but I don’t have the strength to stop you.”
“Then don’t, but do you have protection?”
He lifted his hips, eager now, and fished out a foil pouch from his back pocket. “I always travel with one.”
She’d been forced to perform this act many times, trained to please not only her foster father, but also a string of men willing to pay hundreds to rob her childhood of innocence. But, when Ash’s emerald irises turned black with desire, she welcomed every step that had brought her to kneel before him. No matter how painful the past, she would not let it steal this moment. Forest always said the best way to conquer their demons was to take control and own the past.
Ash would enjoy her touch, and she desperately wanted to give him everything he desired. She ripped the foil and sheathed him. Then, she bowed her head and kissed the crown of his cock. His hips bucked as the tender touch of her lips enveloped and drew him into her mouth. She released him and licked the tip.
A strangled cry erupted from his throat. He gripped her hair. “I’m going to embarrass myself and come like a two-pump virgin.”
“You’re a rock star, Ash. You can handle this.”
His brow lifted.
She ran her thumb up his shaft. “Sit back, relax, and let me do all the work. I’ve been waiting all day to make you squirm.”
His eyes narrowed. “Rock stars don’t squirm.”
“We’ll see about that.”
