Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Ashton is standing outside, wearing dark slacks and a gray button-up that makes his ice-blue eyes pop. He left the shirt untucked, and the cuffs rolled-up, displaying his rebellious side. His gaze warms my body from head to toe, but with Mandy as our audience, he wipes his appreciation from his face after a couple of seconds.
“Why did you ring the doorbell?” Mandy asks. “It wasn’t locked.”
His teasing eyes clash with mine. “A gentleman doesn’t walk into his date’s apartment without ringing the bell.”
Mandy rolls her eyes, and I let out a relieved breath that she didn’t catch on to the truth. As far as Ashton is concerned, this is definitely a date.
“We better get going,” he says, holding a hand out to me. “Unless you want to stick around and find out if the douchebag is gonna show?”
“No,” I say, sliding my hand into his. “Let’s not and say we did.”
“Works for me.”
“You have her back by ten now,” Mandy teases.
Ashton reaches out and ruffles her sleek dark hair. “Yes, Mom.”
She waves us off, shouting after our retreating forms for us to drive safely.
Ash leads me to his car, his warm hand leaving a tantalizing impression on the small of my back, and as soon as Mandy disappears into the apartment, he pushes me against the passenger side door.
“You’re asking for trouble in that dress.” Cupping my chin in his hand, he steps closer until I’m trapped between his hard body and the car.
“It was Mandy’s idea.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Sawyer. I like it.” His gaze lowers to the plunge of my neckline, and his eyes darken. “But you’ve been forewarned.”
Desire clogs my throat, so I don’t even try to speak. Slowly, he lets go of me, and I step out of the way so he can open the door. Ashton might have a reputation as a manwhore, but he’s a gentleman when it comes to opening doors for women.
Always has been.
“Thank you,” I murmur as I lower into the seat.
Seconds later, he slides in behind the wheel. “Really, Sadie. You’re gorgeous. I could eat you up tonight.”
I’m tempted to let him, which is just stupid.
“You look pretty good yourself.”
What an understatement. As he pulls onto the road, I openly ogle him, from the sexy mussed-up state of his dark hair to the way his clothes hug his body. I can’t help but flirt with the idea of leaning over the console and tearing at his zipper. I’m getting addicted to the sounds he makes in the back of his throat as he’s shoving his cock down mine.
I love the power of knowing I can make him come undone. It’s the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
“In the mood for more practice, Sawyer?” He darts a glance my way, and I don’t miss the teasing curve of his mouth. The nighttime cloaks us in shadow, but it does nothing to dampen the sexual tension flowing between us.
If anything, the darkness only heightens it.
We’re ten minutes from my parents’ house when Ashton pulls onto the side of the highway. He cuts the engine, and the rain tapping out a melody on the windshield seems to match the pulse at my throat.
The throb between my thighs.
The internal alarms going off in my ears.
“What are we doing?” My voice is a breathless whisper, strangled by the urge to be close to him.
Instead of answering, he leans over the console. My eyes adjust to the lack of light, and his blue gaze comes into focus. Time suspends as he pulls my hair free of the careful up-do I decided on for the night. Holding my stare, he settles a palm on my thigh.
And I forget all about my wild, hard-to-tame hair, or the fact that we’re parked on the side of the highway.
“Spread your legs. I need to touch you.”
Jesus. He almost made me come from words alone. I part my thighs, allowing him to slip a hand underneath my dress. He dips his fingers beneath the scrap of panties providing the only barrier to his touch and slides his digits inside me. His mouth lingers inches away, lips slightly parted as he probes my pussy. Our breaths grow heavier with each second that passes.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
A whimper cuts loose of my throat. Unashamed, I spread my thighs and arch into his touch, wanting…no needing to feel him deeper. Needing to be full of nothing but Ashton.
“You’re making me hard, Sawyer.”
I move my hips in a subtle motion and bite back a moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. His gaze lowers to my mouth, and I lick my lips.
“You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh…” I can’t verbalize more than that, which is probably a good thing because I want so much more.
I want things I shouldn’t want.