Page 73 of Ash Storm

At least this was something he could explain.

“When we were in that place, I wasn’t hard,” he said, completing her thought.

She nodded.

“I wasn’t hard because you were scared,” he said, simply. “Your fear was a much bigger turn-off than … well, than anything else that might have turned me on.”

“Oh,” she said. Her full lips curled into a small smile. “That makes sense.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her tense shoulders relaxed for an instant. Then she looked up into his eyes. “So now …” Again, her hands waved generally in the direction of her midriff, and again, Ash’s cock jumped. He was fully hard now.

He looked down at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“You know I’m attracted to you, Reka.” He pulled a shiny coil of hair behind her ear. “But now’s not the time to do anything about that. You’ve just been through something traumatic. You need …” He paused for a moment, thinking his next words through.

Hell, he wasn’t a psychologist. She was.

“Don’t tell me what I need,” she said, shrugging gently. She reached for his shoulders, her small hands kneading his hard flesh in a way that made him groan out loud. “Maybe I know what I need, and what I need is to feel alive. Why can’t we give this to each other?”

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned over and kissed the side of his neck—kissed and sucked and kissed again, until he was sure he’d have a hickey. It felt delicious.

“Why can’t we?” she repeated.

And the answer to her question was simple.

There was no reason he couldn’t give her what she needed.

She deserved to feel safe, and she deserved to feel pleasure.

As much pleasure as he could bring her.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said softly. “We can stop anytime.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she confirmed.

Ash pulled himself to his knees beside her and took off her T-shirt—his T-shirt, really, though it looked better on her—took a moment to enjoy her beautiful breasts with the brown-tipped nipples, standing so proudly at attention. He’d seen her naked before, but this was the first time he could actually enjoy the view.

And damn, but it was a fine view.

He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked gently.

Reka moaned, the sound going straight to his cock. Her hands tightened on his thighs, as if struggling for purchase.

He had to get her naked.

He imagined the white cotton panties she was wearing might have looked innocent enough in the store. But, on Reka, they looked absolutely sinful, the white cotton hugging her hip bones in front, and the globes of her tight ass in the back.

Ash breathed harshly through his teeth to stop himself from ripping them off.

Gentle.

Be gentle.

Hands shaking, he pulled the material down carefully, almost reverently, baring her to his sight.

In the moonlight, he could see her glistening folds and smell her arousal.