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“Then... I’m busy doing something else. Something that’s none of your business.” He was such a snoopy AI. He knew her schedule better than she did.
Ash’s door slid open. He stood in front of her in a pair of faded jeans and no shirt.
Georgia’s gaze traveled down his abs and to the open top button of his jeans. She was in so much trouble. She felt glued to the floor, unable to move as her brain scrambled at the gorgeous alien.
“Hey! I thought I heard voices.” Ash looked either way along the corridor. “Who were you talking to?”
“ELVIS.” Georgia yanked her gaze back to his face and trembled at the desire simmering in his eyes. “He thought there was a problem with the door.”
Ash’s brow furrowed. “My door’s broken?”
“Forget it. I... how’s the arm? Are you feeling better?” She was trying so hard not to leer. Mostly, she failed. Ash’s hair was tousled, and she wanted to run her fingers through it and mess it up even more.
“The arm’s good. And I’m feeling much better now you’re here.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room. The door hadn’t even closed before his mouth was on her neck, kissing the spot behind her ear that made her knees weak.
“Are you sure we should? You’re recovering.” Her hands were on his shoulders, holding herself up as his lips and teeth grazed her sensitive skin.
“I’m sure. I’m always sure with you.” Ash moved his mouth to hers, but she turned her head so he brushed his lips across her cheek. Kissing was too intimate. It was crazy. She let the guy inside her, but mouth to mouth felt personal. Kissing was what couples did, and they weren’t official. Although she had no clue what they were. A hook up? A good time? A mistake?
Georgia groaned as Ash’s hand slid down her stomach and into her pants. This was why she was here. His fingers were magic, and he knew just where to touch her. She didn’t need any foreplay, though. She’d been thinking about getting with Ash for an hour and was more than ready to go.
“Let’s do this hard and fast,” she whispered in his ear, nipping the lobe with her teeth.
His hand slowed. “I want to take my time and explore everything.”
“Another time. I have to have you. Now!”
“That’s what you always say.” His tone suggested he wasn’t complaining.
Georgia breathed in his soap clean scent, pushing her fingers into his hair and tugging on it. “Don’t you want me?”
“More than air.” His fingers eased inside her.
She bit down on her bottom lip, ignoring the flash of embarrassment at how ready she was for him. Ash always did this to her. She only had to be around him and she was ready to jump him.
But this wasn’t love. This wasn’t anything more than expert finger strokes and physical need. And stars, were his fingers incredible.
Georgia tugged more buttons open on his jeans, and Ash kicked them off. He was naked beneath them, just as she’d hoped. She reached for his thick cock, but he edged away.
“Not until you’ve come.” His voice was rough with desire.
“I will. As soon as you’re inside me.”
He shook his head, desire and amusement in his eyes. “You can’t always have it your way.”
“My way is the best.”
“It’s great, but so is mine. And I want to watch you come while I fuck you with my fingers.”
She was about to protest when he drummed out a hard rhythm on her clit. All she could do was moan, tip back her head, and hold on tight as Ash stroked and teased her to the edge of her first orgasm.
Georgia was just about to shatter when he stopped. She opened her eyes and glared at him. “Are you kidding?”
His low chuckle made her toes curl. “The build-up will be worth it. And you’ll get more than one of those if you play nice. But I want you to have your mind blown.”
“I was about to until you stopped.” She yelped as Ash grabbed her in his arms and strode to the bedroom. She hated going in there. The couch worked fine, even the floor, the shower would do, but this room was Ash’s domain. Everything in there reminded her of him. The scent, the personal items, the clothing tossed around.
He dropped her on the bed and took about five seconds to remove her clothes.
