“I need to touch you,” he said against my mouth, before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s been too fucking long.”
“Holy shit.” I moaned as he licked the pain away from my bottom lip.
I lost all sense of reason. All I could think about was the growing ache, desperate to be relieved, between my legs, and the way his mouth was working mine. I must have nodded in response, because we were soon on the move. My legs tightened around his hips, my fingers ran through his hair, and my mouth never left his. With every determined step he took, my needy body rubbed against his. I whimpered against his lips, which only encouraged a more seamlessly brutal kiss. My body hit the softness of a mattress, and it was only then that we broke apart. Our breathing was shattered into a million perfectly-cut pieces. His eyes blazed down into mine as he hovered above me with his arms holding the weight of his body. Without breaking his gaze, Josh’s hand disappeared under the edge of my shirt, and the cool air hit my heated skin. I shivered at the sensation. My pulse thundered as his hand moved over my hips and pulled my sweatpants down my legs, before throwing them next to the bed.
“Josh, I can—” I couldn’t finish my words, because the moment his hand slipped inside my panties and his finger touched me, my back arched. The ability to speak, think, and comprehend anything was stolen.
Josh lowered his face until his breath caressed my eager lips, but he didn’t touch his mouth to mine. He stared at me as his fingers continued to tease me with the promise of pleasure. My breathy moans filled the air, and my eyes slammed shut when not one but two fingers sunk into me. With a rhythm that danced between restraint and hysteria, his fingers moved in and out of me. He dropped his forehead to mine, and my pants collided with his whispers of my name. This was magic, this was chaos, and this was unrelenting pleasure in its best form. Josh Crawford, my college crush, was now my adult fantasy.
“Are you ready to come, Ashy?” His devilishly enticing voice echoed through my thoughts. There was no chance of putting two words together for a response, so my loud gasp of agreement was the only answer he needed.
The intensity of his fingers increased, and the sound of just how wet he had made me collided with my desperate breaths. Oh my god. My head slammed back against his pillow and my hips rose as my need to come strengthened. Emotions bubbled within me. This was intimacy at a level that brought back the greatest memories I ever had. Josh was the only man that had made me feel like I was special, even if we were only nineteen at the time. Those hours we spent together held more happiness then my two years with Lachlan. Josh had given me everything and, right now, in his apartment and on his bed, he was making me feel like that all over again. This had the potential to ruin me yet again, but this time I’d be ruined for all the right reasons.
“Please, Josh,” I whimpered as the pressure almost became too much.
“Beg for it, Ashy. Can you hear how wet you are? Do you know how fucking hot it makes me to hear my fingers deep inside you as I work your sweet pussy?”
Oh my god. “Josh, make me come. Now.”
“And you call me bossy,” he murmured, and dropped his thumb to my desperate clit.
His fingers continued to pound into me, hitting the spot every time, and his thumb rubbed my clit without missing a beat. The impending orgasm settled in the depths of my stomach and rumbled through my body like a brutal storm.
I crashed around his fingers, while humming his name. My body trembled in pure ecstasy, and I felt like I was floating away into a blissful state. Josh tucked my hair behind my ears, and I finally opened my eyes to look at him.
“You, Ashlyn Hart, are something else.”
He pulled me close to his chest, and I concentrated on the rhythm of his heart as my body lay limp in his arms.
With the last ounce of consciousness I could find, I whispered, “You, Josh Crawford, are something better.”
AS THE FIRST SIGNS of consciousness greeted me, the night before flashed in my memories and I sighed in contentment. Visions of Ashlyn withering on my bed, begging me to make her come, while my name fell from her lips, replayed in my mind, and I knew they would forever be etched in my thoughts. I wanted to fuck her last night, to claim her again, to make her mine, but I was man enough to realize the time wasn’t right. I could read her better than I could read anyone else. Her hesitation was palpable. Her heart and mind were bruised by the actions and constant fuck-ups of Lachlan, and I planned on spending my days and nights attempting to soothe her bruises and to bring her back to the Ashlyn I knew was still there. When I thought of her, I couldn’t help but think that even the prettiest gems had moments when they lose their sparkle.
Warmth on my bare chest awoke my senses, and the feeling of being under Ashlyn’s watchful gaze hit me. Our bodies were a tangle of limbs, and our heat draped each other like a blanket on a cold winter’s morning. Her body covered half of mine, and now as her chin was resting on my chest, she looked at me with the wide, inquisitive eyes.
“Mornin’ Ashy,” I said, my voice husky and thick from sleep.
She didn’t say a word, but her eyes latched onto my face and roamed freely over my features. Her silence was deafening and, to be honest, I was surprised she was still in my bed. I had expected her to flee sometime during the night and pretend that nothing happened.
“You,” she whispered, allowing her gaze to drop and linger on my mouth.
I tucked her hair behind her ear softly and repeated her statement, “You.”
“Last night, you kissed me.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“You also, oh shit.” Her cheeks tinted pink, and her eyes bounced away from mine.
“Gave you three orgasms? Yes I did that too.”
“Holy shit. Josh, fuck!”
Now it was time for the freak out to commence, so I loosened my arms from around her waist. Ashlyn pushed herself off the bed and started pacing my room, wearing the skimpiest of panties and a shirt that left very little to the imagination. All I wanted to do was pull her back to bed and remind her just how good she felt a few hours ago. Her eyes randomly flashed to mine, and then dropped back to the floor as she paced. I could only imagine what was circling around in her head. I propped myself up in bed with the sheet rested low on my hips, and I crossed my arms over my chest. I watched intently as she completely came undone with flashbacks of the night before. Her cheeks would tint briefly with pink, she’d pull her lip between her teeth, then she would mumble something so softly that I couldn’t make it out. I took complete pleasure in her reaction, because with the tainted cheeks and the lick of her lips, I knew she loved what she saw in her memories.
“That can’t happen again,” she mumbled, pointing back to the bed for added effect.
“It’s going to happen again, Ashy.”
“No, it will not. Keep your mouth and hands away from me and put on a damn shirt.”
I laughed at her craziness, then lifted my arms above my head and stretched. I knew the sheet fell down lower on my hips to reveal the deep V cut, because her eyes traveled with it and she licked her lips. Christ, she was killing me. Her soft groan of discomfort as she gazed over my body certainly didn’t discourage me. It was like throwing gasoline onto a raging fire and encouraging it to burn.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked in a low voice.
She looked at me like I had lost my mind, like I had said the craziest thing she’d ever heard. Her hands fell to her hips and she stood in a what-the-fuck stance with narrowed eyes. Fuck, I loved her sass.