“Beautiful.”
Something snaps inside me.
I make a sound low in my throat—half growl, half groan—and then she's in my arms. I lift her clean off her feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist on instinct.
Perfect. She fits right here.
I kiss her desperately, hungrily, walking us toward the cabin. My hands grip her thighs, her arse, holding her to me. I could carry her for miles and never tire. I welcome the feel of her skin against mine, the reassuring beat of her heartbeat.
“Bianca,” I growl against her neck. “If you don't stop me now?—”
“Don't stop.”
I press her against the cabin wall, my hips rolling against hers. She gasps, and I do it again, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. The hard length of my cock grinds against her through our clothes, right where she needs it.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the wood. “Ashland?—”
“Feel that, lass?” I grind against her again, harder this time, hitting that perfect spot. “That's what you do to me. Have done for fucking years.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, and she starts moving with me, seeking friction. Christ, she's so responsive. So perfect when she whimpers and moans.
“That's it,” I rasp, adjusting the angle so I'm hitting her clit with every thrust. Even through our clothes, I can feel the heat of her. “Take what you need from me.”
She's panting now, little desperate sounds escaping her throat as she moves against me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her face flushed and beautiful.
“I can't—” She gasps. “Ashland, I'm?—”
“Go ahead, Bianca. Let me feel you.”
I grind against her harder, faster, watching her face as she falls apart. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, her whole body going taut in my arms as she trembles through it. I can feel her pulsing, even through our clothes, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to follow her over that edge.
“Fuck…” I breathe against her neck, holding still as she comes down, her body still shaking with aftershocks. “You're so fucking beautiful when you come.”
She's trembling against me, and I can see her pupils still blown wide with want.
“That was—” she starts, but seems unable to finish.
“Just the beginning,” I promise her, even as my cock screams at me for relief.
“Not like this.” I pant, fighting for control even as every instinct screams at me to take her right here. “Not against a wall for our first time. You deserve better.”
“I don't care?—”
“I do.” I set her down gently but keep her caged against the wall, my arms on either side of her. “When I take you, lass, it'll be in a bed. Slow. Thorough. I'll take my time learning every inch of you. Make you come so many times you forget your own name.”
She's still catching her breath, her lips swollen, her hair wild.
“When?” she breathes out.
“When you're ready. When you can tell me you want this—want me—without a single doubt in your mind.” I trace her swollen bottom lip with my thumb. “I've waited six years. I can wait a little longer.”
“What if I'm ready now?”
My smile is pained. “You're still processing. Still figuring out what you feel. And I won't take advantage of that, no matter how much I want to.”
And I do want to, so fucking badly.
“You're infuriating.”
