Page 18 of Chasing Sparks

Knew it.

I grunt, trying to push off his lap, but Ash tightens his hold, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Easy, little one. In the last two weeks? Just one. Only you.”

I hate being jealous. I hate being that woman whose feelings are so transparent.

Damn Asher Hammond and his sexual mojo magic.

Ash leans back against the cushion, his thumbs tracing the edges of my bra strap. “Fuck, but you’re pretty.”

It’s a line he’s used on me before, but I can’t help loving the way his eyes darken when he says it.

“A few less tattoos than your earlier guests.”

“A few less tattoos than pretty much every woman I know.” He slides his hands up my back, releasing the clip in my hair and letting the dark waves cascade down. “Like I told you before, you don’t need them. You’re perfect, just as you are.”

“That’s because I satisfy your sexy librarian kink.”

“Damn straight you do.”

“We’re still not having sex.”

Seems no matter what line I toss out, he sidesteps it with ease. “I know. But you’re tense, so I’m going to help you relax.”

“With a massage?”

“Exactly, but instead of my hands, I’m going to use my tongue.” He winks before reclining back on the couch and crooking his finger at me. “Now bring that pretty pussy over here. I have something I want to discuss with her.”

I climb up Ash’s body and straddle his chest, making sure to maintain a safe distance from his decadently talented mouth. “What would that be?”

His gaze is pure fire as his hands once again grip the meat of my ass. “How much I love licking every inch of her sweetness and how desperate I am to taste her right now. That is, if it doesn’t offend your moral compass.”

A husky laugh escapes my lips as he drifts his fingers along the edge of my underwear, sending a rush of sparks through my body. “I’ll let you slide this time.”

Ash regards me with open amusement. “That was quite the fight you put up, Ori.”

I toss up my hands, shooting him a mock scowl. “Give me some credit. I don’t stand a chance against your talented tongue.”

“Not if I can help it.” He wraps a hand around the nape of my neck, bringing my face to his. “Now, get these off before I rip them from your body.”

I slide off my underwear, gasping when Ash grabs me, lowering my pussy to his waiting mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Ash groans as he tastes me with slow, tantalizing licks. His hands band tight around my thighs, his tongue slowly working me open, exploring every inch of me.

I clutch the arm of the couch, our gazes holding as he drives me out of my mind. When his tongue flicks my clit, I buck against him, earning another deep-seated moan from low in his chest.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” he warns me. “Fucking ride me, beautiful.”

I rock against his face as he sheaths his tongue in me, desperate for more.

Desperate for everything.

But Ash isn’t rushing my pleasure. Every time I get close, he slows down, drawing it out. Forcing me to ride that edge.

“Please,” I beg, grinding against him as his tongue tortures my clit with short little licks.

I come with a cry, my fingers tangling in his hair and daring him to move his mouth from my skin.

My entire body trembles as I climb off Ash and grab him a towel. “You. Are. Amazing.”

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