Page 97 of Knockin' Boats
The food went down, and I pushed my unease down with it.
So Ash was working in tight quarters with someone else. With a feisty-looking woman. That didn’t mean he’d end up making out with her instead of me.
Didn’t mean he’d laugh and rage and skinny dip.
Ash put his hand on my arm. “You okay? You sort of zoned out.”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m good. How relieved are you to have decent help in the kitchen, huh?”
I popped another crab bite in my mouth. It was still fucking delicious, damn it.
“Charity’s great,” Ash said. “But she’s not you.”
My eyes met his. “Yeah?”
I hated how my heart skipped. Ash’s words shouldn’t affect me like that. This was just fucking around.
“Yeah.” His lips quirked. “No one pinned me to the wall and kissed me silent even once.”
At the thought of Ash locked in a kiss with that cute pint-sized woman, I stood up and reached for his hand.
“Let’s fix that.”
A smile played on Ash’s lips as he took my hand.
I jerked him up from the booth and straight into me. His weight crashed into mine, making me stumble back toward the kitchen counter.
I swivelled my hips, turning us so that Ash would be the one pinned.
“Fuck, Sawyer!” he exclaimed. “You’re so?—”
I kissed the words off his mouth, knowing that was what he wanted. I wasn’t gentle, because that wouldn’t be a proper re-enactment of the kisses we’d exchanged on that boat.
I gripped his chin, pried his mouth open, and swept inside.
He groaned. “That sauce tastes even better on your tongue.”
I chuckled against his lips and kissed him again.
Ash buried his fingers in my hair and rolled his hard dick against my thigh. “Ready for that popsicle?”
The idea of sucking my first dick should probably freak me out. It didn’t. Saliva pooled in my mouth. “Hell yeah.”
He pushed on my shoulder, and I went to my knees eagerly. When he shoved down his shorts, I stared at his cock. Slender, curving slightly to the left, with a bead of precum on its spongy tip.
A scent wafted from him. Soap, skin, and sheer masculine musk that made my dick throb with want.”
“Wait,” he said. “You were gonna tell me how I make you feel?”
I glanced up from my position at his feet. “Wild. Like anything is possible. Like…I just want todevouryou whole.”
“Then you better get started,” he said softly.
I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his cockhead. Salty flavor burst across my tongue, and Ash’s breath shuddered out of him.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Keep going.”
I swiped my tongue over his tip twice more, then brushed my lips down the side of his shaft. Ash shivered, thighs tensing under my palms, where I’d anchored my grip.
