She exhaled a breathless laugh. “You think you’ll scare me off?”
His brow arched. “You’ve been warned.”
Her fingers curled around the lapels of his coat, yanking him even closer.
“Try me.”
Damn her. That was his last attempt. The last bit of valor in him to try to get her to run away from here, run away from him. Even though something deep inside of him already knew she wouldn’t leave. Not now. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he was nearly mad with it.
He kissed her again, harder this time, stealing the breath from her lungs. His hands captured her wrists, pressing themabove her head, securing them against the wall as he devoured her, lips and teeth and tongue, leaving her gasping beneath him.
She was fire. He was lost.
His hands slid downward, fisting in the fabric of her skirts, pulling them up in one smooth motion.
He found her beneath her shift, his fingers brushing against her silken heat.
And when he touched her—when he discovered she was already wet for him—his control snapped.
He lifted a brow, his breath uneven.
“What can I say?” she whispered, her voice full of wicked challenge. “I suppose I like dark.”
Fuck.
His fingers slid inside her, and she moaned, head tipping back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut.
Ash watched her.
Watched the way her lips parted, the way her body arched into him, the way she lost herself completely in his hands.
He kissed her again, swallowing her sounds, then moved to her ear, his voice a husky command. “I’m going to touch you. All I want. And you’re not allowed to make a sound. Do you understand?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Not words,” he reminded her. “Nod.”
She nodded again, her breath coming hard and fast.
Ash curled his fingers inside her, watching the way she struggled for control, her lip caught between her teeth, her chest rising and falling in sharp little gasps.
“Oh, yes, sweetheart,” he growled against her ear. “Let me see it on your face.”
She trembled beneath him.
“You want me?”
A nod. A whimper.
“You want more?”
Another nod, more frantic this time.
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“Have you ever climaxed standing up?” he murmured. “Against a wall?”
A tiny shake of her head.
