“So tight for me,” he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. “You feel like heaven, love.”
She could only moan in response, her body tightening around him, chasing that peak, desperate to fall over the edge.
Ash felt it. He slowed, grinding into her, angling his hips until?—
“Oh— God,” she gasped, her vision going white.
“Now,” he ordered, his voice thick with command. “Come for me, Clare.”
And she shattered.
The pleasure crashed over her, hot and overwhelming, her body shaking beneath him as she convulsed around his length. Ash groaned, thrusting deep one last time, his own release following hers, his body rigid as he spilled inside her.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the pounding of their hearts against each other’s skin.
Then, slowly, Ash lifted himself just enough to press a lingering kiss to her lips. It was softer now, less urgent, but no less claiming.
Clare sighed, her fingers drifting lazily along his back. “I think I’ve been thoroughly punished.”
Ash chuckled, nipping at her lower lip. “Oh, darling,” he murmured. “That wasn’t your punishment.”
Her breath caught as he rolled her beneath him once more, a wicked grin curving his lips.
“That,” he said, voice husky with promise, “is just the beginning.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Clare lay tangled in warm, rumpled sheets, her body utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Her limbs felt boneless, her skin flushed, her breath still coming in lazy, satisfied waves.
Three times.
She had told herself this would be one night,one time, enough to exorcise the years-long infatuation she had carried for Ash.
But once hadn’t been enough.
Not even close.
She turned her head on the pillow to look at him, this man who had completely undone her.
Ash lay beside her, one arm draped behind his head, the other lazily tracing patterns over her bare hip. His gray eyes, hooded with satisfaction, met hers, and that damned smirk tugged at his lips.
“You’re staring,” he murmured.
“You’re smug,” she shot back.
He laughed, shifting slightly so he could prop himself up on one elbow. “I’ve just spent the last few hours thoroughly ruining you. Can you blame me?”
Heat flashed through her all over again at the memory of exactly how thoroughly he had done so.
She bit her lip, forcing herself to focus on something else—anything else—before she forgot herself entirely and climbed back on top of him.
Ash’s fingers idly traced her thigh. “Why did you want to meet here tonight?”
She allowed a sensual smile to curl her lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”
He slowly dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “No. I mean. Why risk another scandal?”
She sighed and dropped her head back onto the pillow. “The first time I ruined my reputation for nothing. There was absolutely no pleasure in coupling with Marsden.”
