Page 83 of The Forever Rule

“I have a feeling you know exactly what she wanted,”the other woman said dryly, before shaking her head. “But you handled that well. Good on you.”

I wasn’t quite sure that was true, but nonetheless I smiled at her, before going back to the table. I didn’t tell Aston. Everything felt good. Right. And I didn’t want to ruin the night. So when he finished signing the check, and we headed out to his car, I pushed all thoughts of that altercation out of my mind, and only focused on tonight.

“So, where am I taking you?” he asked, and there was so much promise in that question, that I swallowed hard and looked directly at him.

“Let’s go to your place.”

A smile slowly crawled over his face, and he nodded. “My place sounds pretty good.”

And as we drove there, I focused on the now. Because that was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

Nerves settled over my skin as soon as we were inside his house, and he handed over a gin and tonic. “I only have diet tonic for some reason. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh that’s fine with me. I usually can’t tell the difference.” I sipped the crisp drink and noticed that Aston had added the perfect amount of lime. “It’s wonderful.”

“Well, it’s an easier drink than mine,” he said.

I looked at his Manhattan. “I don’t know if I could drink cherry and bourbon.”

“Well they are a match made in heaven,” he said, as he brought the tumbler to his lips. I did the same with my glass, and then licked my lips as a drop of my drink slid out.

His gaze latched onto my mouth, and I swallowed hard.

“I think I’m done with the drink,” he said, his voice low, and I set my drink down with a nod. And then he was on me, and I couldn’t think. He cupped my face, his mouth pressing against mine with such ferocity, I could barely breathe. He tasted of liquor and sweetness, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing him closer. When he reached around me and gripped my thighs, I let out a shocked gasp. And then he lifted me up off the floor, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I want you on a bed first. I’ll take you on a couch, against the table, anywhere later. But I want to see you sprawled out over my bed.”

I nodded, my pussy pulsating. “Yes. That’s what I want too.”

“Good.” He kissed me again and led me to his bedroom. I didn’t know which direction he was going, if we went upstairs or anything. I was so focused on him and his taste, it was like I was out of reality.

Aston set me on the bed, and I let out a moan as he gently tugged on the tie to my dress.

“I’ve been wanting to unwrap you since I first saw this damn dress.”

I swallowed hard, knees going weak. “Oh.”

“Damn straight.”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you. But now, I get to see exactly what I’m unwrapping.”

My breath caught as I stood up, and he finished undoing the knot at my side. When my dress fell to eachside of my hips, I felt as if I were completely naked in front of him, though I was still wearing clothing. The hungry, dark look in his eyes, nearly sent me over the edge.

And when he studied my body, I felt as if I were enraptured, treasured, his.

He reached out, and ran one knuckle underneath my breast, and then over my nipple. It immediately pebbled, and I sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation of his touch going straight to my cunt.

“Aston.”

He looked up at me then, that familiar smile on his lips.

“I love it when you say my name. Just my name.”

I swallowed hard again, as he cupped my breasts, and let my head fall back.

“Aston,” I repeated.

He tugged at my dress, and it pooled at my feet on the floor.

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