Tempt Me Like This
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“You’re so pretty.” His dark eyes were wild with need as he lifted his head from her chest, and she couldn’t stop herself from falling even deeper as she reached out to run her fingers through his hair. “All I want is to make you feel good.” He pressed another hot kiss to the pulse jumping at the side of her neck.
“You do. You are. Better than I knew it was even possible to feel. Especially when you...”
“Especially when I...?” he prompted her.
They’d already gone further than she had with any other guy, and it was difficult not to be shy. It would have been easier not to say the words aloud, but she refused to let herself hold anything back tonight, no matter how scary it was to put herself out there like this. “When you’re kissing my breasts. Please, do it again.”
“I could do it for hours and hours,” he told her, but instead of going straight back to her breasts, his mouth captured hers.
Every time they kissed he poured even more passion into it, into her, and she wondered how she’d lived twenty-two years without ever feeling this way. By the time he finally pulled back from her lips to kiss his way back down her naked skin, she should have been ready to feel the wet heat of his mouth over her breasts again. But when he took one taut peak against his tongue and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger—oh God, the things he could do with his hands and mouth—she cried out so loudly that anyone standing outside the bus surely would have been able to hear it.
“All of you.” He moved his hands to the fabric pooled around her waist. “I need to see all of you.”
The desperate need on his face stole her words, so she lifted her hips to show him that it was what she wanted, too. He wasn’t moving slowly anymore, the way he had with her shoulder straps. Instead, the silky pink fabric came down in one hard yank.
He stilled as she lay before him in nothing but a pair of simple pink polka-dot panties. “Forever.” He wrapped his hands around her hips as he said, “That’s how long I’m going to remember seeing you like this.”
The smile he gave her just then made her feel as good as his kisses and his caresses did. What was between them wasn’t just physical—it was so much more than that. Because for every moment of sensual pleasure he gave her with his mouth and hands, his sweet words and smiles gave her just as many moments of joy.
And then he was bending forward to press more incredible kisses over her stomach and hip bones at the same time as he slid the final piece of fabric down, pressing his lips over each new tiny patch of skin that he revealed. She’d never been so open for anyone else, never been so naked, so exposed.
And she loved it. Loved knowing that Drew was her first.
Her only.
“Ash.” Her name was an awestruck breath against the part of her that was so wet, so hot, so needy. For him. All for him.
“Please,” she begged, the same word she’d been saying over and over since he’d brought her to his bed. “Touch me. Kiss me.”
“God, yes.”
Just those six little letters against her aroused flesh were nearly enough to send her spinning out over the edge. So when she felt the first sweet brush of his tongue over her sex, she couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure or keep her hips from arching up even closer to his mouth. His hands slid beneath her hips to hold her steady as he continued to give her the naughtiest, most incredible open-mouthed kiss in the world.
His name spilled feverishly from her lips, and her hands tightened on his forearms as she exploded into a million beautiful pieces. And then, just when she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he slowly slipped a finger into her, lighting up nerve endings that she’d yet to discover.
She’d been stunned breathless when he’d thrown her into that glorious climax. But now as he continued to play over her sex with his fingers at the same time as he ran damp kisses over the insides of her thighs, her belly, her breasts, she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t stop begging him for more. Couldn’t keep from lifting her hips to try to take more of him. Couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her breasts, or the way he was pushing her way past her comfort zones.
Ashley had always been inclined to play it safe, but with Drew, she’d never been able to hide in the background or behind her computer. His music made her dance. His smiles made hers so much bigger. And his beautiful, passionate, heartfelt kisses made all the walls she thought she’d needed around her heart fall away.
So when he came face-to-face with her again and looked down into her eyes with such dark, deep intensity, everything went perfectly still. So still that she could not only feel his heart beating against hers, she swore she could hear it, too. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. And then hers joining in, in perfect sync. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
“You do. You are. Better than I knew it was even possible to feel. Especially when you...”
“Especially when I...?” he prompted her.
They’d already gone further than she had with any other guy, and it was difficult not to be shy. It would have been easier not to say the words aloud, but she refused to let herself hold anything back tonight, no matter how scary it was to put herself out there like this. “When you’re kissing my breasts. Please, do it again.”
“I could do it for hours and hours,” he told her, but instead of going straight back to her breasts, his mouth captured hers.
Every time they kissed he poured even more passion into it, into her, and she wondered how she’d lived twenty-two years without ever feeling this way. By the time he finally pulled back from her lips to kiss his way back down her naked skin, she should have been ready to feel the wet heat of his mouth over her breasts again. But when he took one taut peak against his tongue and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger—oh God, the things he could do with his hands and mouth—she cried out so loudly that anyone standing outside the bus surely would have been able to hear it.
“All of you.” He moved his hands to the fabric pooled around her waist. “I need to see all of you.”
The desperate need on his face stole her words, so she lifted her hips to show him that it was what she wanted, too. He wasn’t moving slowly anymore, the way he had with her shoulder straps. Instead, the silky pink fabric came down in one hard yank.
He stilled as she lay before him in nothing but a pair of simple pink polka-dot panties. “Forever.” He wrapped his hands around her hips as he said, “That’s how long I’m going to remember seeing you like this.”
The smile he gave her just then made her feel as good as his kisses and his caresses did. What was between them wasn’t just physical—it was so much more than that. Because for every moment of sensual pleasure he gave her with his mouth and hands, his sweet words and smiles gave her just as many moments of joy.
And then he was bending forward to press more incredible kisses over her stomach and hip bones at the same time as he slid the final piece of fabric down, pressing his lips over each new tiny patch of skin that he revealed. She’d never been so open for anyone else, never been so naked, so exposed.
And she loved it. Loved knowing that Drew was her first.
Her only.
“Ash.” Her name was an awestruck breath against the part of her that was so wet, so hot, so needy. For him. All for him.
“Please,” she begged, the same word she’d been saying over and over since he’d brought her to his bed. “Touch me. Kiss me.”
“God, yes.”
Just those six little letters against her aroused flesh were nearly enough to send her spinning out over the edge. So when she felt the first sweet brush of his tongue over her sex, she couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure or keep her hips from arching up even closer to his mouth. His hands slid beneath her hips to hold her steady as he continued to give her the naughtiest, most incredible open-mouthed kiss in the world.
His name spilled feverishly from her lips, and her hands tightened on his forearms as she exploded into a million beautiful pieces. And then, just when she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he slowly slipped a finger into her, lighting up nerve endings that she’d yet to discover.
She’d been stunned breathless when he’d thrown her into that glorious climax. But now as he continued to play over her sex with his fingers at the same time as he ran damp kisses over the insides of her thighs, her belly, her breasts, she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t stop begging him for more. Couldn’t keep from lifting her hips to try to take more of him. Couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her breasts, or the way he was pushing her way past her comfort zones.
Ashley had always been inclined to play it safe, but with Drew, she’d never been able to hide in the background or behind her computer. His music made her dance. His smiles made hers so much bigger. And his beautiful, passionate, heartfelt kisses made all the walls she thought she’d needed around her heart fall away.
So when he came face-to-face with her again and looked down into her eyes with such dark, deep intensity, everything went perfectly still. So still that she could not only feel his heart beating against hers, she swore she could hear it, too. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. And then hers joining in, in perfect sync. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
