The corner of his lipsquirked, pretty smile back in full force.
“My hero,” he murmured,straightening himself up but not moving away.
The pit of my stomach warmedat the purr in his voice, sweet and content. His eyes flicked up and down myface, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
And then he pounced.
I stumbled back as he pushedme toward the couch, landing heavily and getting a lapful of Ashley at the samemoment, his knees bracketing my thighs.
“Tell me no,” Ashleymurmured, his lips so close to mine I could almost taste them. “Tell me no andI’ll stop.”
I opened my mouth, butnothing came out. Ashley looked into my eyes for a handful of heartbeats, asthough he could see right past them into my soul.
Then, he swooped.
His fingers pushed deep intomy hair as our lips crashed together, and if I wasplanningon objecting,it came out as a low, needy moan.
Ashley tasted of lime andpeppermint lipgloss and even while one half of my brain screamedhe’s a clientand the otherhalf screamedhe’s a man, I couldn’t push him off.
I didn’twantto push him off,the way no one ever wants to eat half a bag of potato chips. If I did it, it’d be because Ifelt like Ihadto.
Ididhave to. Icouldn’tlet this go on, not even if he was stroking the shell of my ear and sucking onmy lower lip.Especiallynot when he was doing that.
Especially not when bloodwas rushing south, tight arousal pooling in the pit of my stomach, my cockreacting to the way he was pressed against me, close and warm and fitted to myhips like he’dbeen carved to sit there.
The fact that I didn’twantthis to stopstarted a whole new set of alarm bells ringing, but Ashley was warm, and sweet,and needy, and I wasenjoyingthis.
I shouldn’t have been. Fora hundred reasons, I shouldn’t have been enjoying it at all.
But reality was doing itsown thing, and I was just along for the ride.
Say no, my brainscreamed at me.Say no, stop him.
My fingers slid up histhighs to his ass, which was the opposite of what I’d intended, but exactlywhat Iwanted.
I hadn’t been able tostop thinking about Ashley’s ass since I first saw it, tight and perky andlace-covered, perfect by any set of standards.
It felt so damnedgoodunder my hands, firm and rounded, flexing as his hips rocked against me.
Adon’t stopbalanced on thetip of my tongue, teetering ominously. That was what I wanted to say. I wantedto beg Ashley not to stop, forget about how much I shouldn’t have beendoing this and just let ithappen.
I’d watched him all night,laughing with his friends, dancing like he didn’t have a care in the world, theglitter all over his lips and eyelids sparkling whenever it caught the light.
I couldn’t look away fromhim, and not just because it was my job.
Another moan slipped pastme, chased by a whimper I wouldn’t have believed I made if I hadn’t heard it with myown ears.
Why was this sohot?
I’d never wanted to do thisbefore. Had I?
Tap tap tap.
My blood ran cold, arousalforgotten in an instant.
No one should have beenknocking at this time of night.
What if Ashley’s stalker hadgotten wind he was leaving? Hell, what if it’d been someone at his farewellparty? Smiling to his face and plotting to hurt him behind his back.
