Page 34 of Sunshine with You
“We can pretend this didn’t happen in the morning. We’re good at pretending…” Her nails scrape over my shoulders, sending shivers through me that loosen the last strands of my resolve.
“Ash—”
“Just for tonight,” she whispers, and it’s like life itself has decided to spring inside me. “I want this. I wantyou.”
Ishouldsay no. Find the strength for both of us to stop this before we ruin so many years of friendship and trust and pretending. I should walk away, but I don’t. Ican’t. Something inside me—deeper than the restraint that’s been holding me back all these years—wants this more than anything I’ve ever wanted before. I have no more desire to keep it buried.
“Fuck it,” I murmur, pulling her into me. Lips meet lips, tongues swirling wildly as the curve of her body melts into the crook of mine. She tastes like sweet red wine and all my wildest dreams. She whimpers, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my mouth as my fingers brush her smooth glass waist beads.I need her. Need to bite and lick and soothe every inch of her. I trail fingers up her curves, under her loose sweater, and damn nearlose my mind when my thumbs graze the silky skin above her ribcage.Shiiit.No.Fucking.Bra.
Ashlie pulls me with her until I’m leaning her against the island. I lift and set her on the cool granite, kissing down the jasmine scented skin on her neck. Wrapping her legs around my waist, her whimpers plead for me. “Please. Just for tonight.”
Her warm breath sends an intense need through me, tempting me to get lost in her frantic pacing. But I don’t want to do this frenzied, on the countertop. I want to take my time, want her to enjoy it as much as I will. I want her to remember past tonight.
My lips melt back into hers as I carry her through the lodge. The thoughts racing through my head merge into a single question—What will it be like to feel Ashlie’s body on mine again?Her hands rove through my hair, sending goosebumps across my skin as her nails scratch against my scalp. I put her down in my darkened bedroom, walking her back toward the bed, our lips never separating.
She fumbles with the button on my jeans, before grabbing my face in her hands, kissing me deeply like she can’t get enough. Her sucking on my bottom lip takes my brain offline, waking every primal urge I have to toss her on the bed. It’s as if she’s feasting after a long famine, and I’m the lifesaving sustenance. I grip her hips tightly as I grind into her.
“Do you have…?” she whispers into my mouth.
“Yeah.” Pulling away is a feat, but I step over to my bag, using the light from the hallway to dig out the few condoms I left inside from my last trip. I smirk at her when I toss them on the bed.
“Of course you do.” She huffs, shaking her head. “You’re always prepared, aren’t you?”
“Always.” I pull her into me. Brushing my lips along her jaw, I stop to nibble her ear and let the jasmine fog through my senses. I could get lost in this scent, traipsing around in her orbit for eternity if we had the time.
“Good,” she says breathlessly. “Who knows how many girls you’ve been with…?”
That stops me dead, and I pull away to look in her eyes. “You think I sleep with all of them?”
“Don’t you?” She cocks her head to the side like she’s already convinced.
I bite my tongue at the distinct urge to prove her wrong. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my email to locate my latest MedTest results. “All clear,” I say, holding the screen up to her face, smirking as I watch her self-satisfied look turn into genuine shock. “And no, I don’t sleep with all of them. I don’t even sleep with most of them. It’s been months.”
She scoffs. “What? Like two?”
“More like six.” I toss my phone on the nightstand. I’d be offended at the surprise on her face, but my mind is racing ahead to the faces I imagine she’ll be making in a few minutes. “You’ve gotten laid more than I have this year with that dumbass doctor.”
“I—oh. No. Marcus and I didn’t… He was always too tired from work, so we didn’t do much…”
“Even better,” I say, kicking off my jeans and sitting on the edge of the bed. “He didn’t deserve you. Now, come here…”
“Make me.”
The bratty response shouldn’t surprise me, but I pause and stare at her sassy head tilt. Raising an eyebrow, I grab her wrist and pull her between my legs. My dick twitches at the shiver that runs through her when I palm her waist. I reach up and trace the line of her cheekbone, taking in her soft curls, the freckles over that perfectly peaked nose, those full lips—still puffy from wrestling with mine.Her. My thumb tugging lightly on her chin, I part her lips, chuckling as her breath hitches. Goosebumps race across her skin, and I lean in close to her mouth. “We don’t have to do this, Ash… It’s not too late to?—”
“What part ofmake medon’t you understand?” Her lips ghost mine until I grip the back of her neck, pulling her into my mouth with the same eagerness as before. But as much fun as the fast pace is, I want to savor this. Enjoy tonight. Worship her. I only get this one moment, and I want to finish what we started five years ago while committing her body to memory.
She inhales sharply when I whip my shirt over my head, her eyes wide as she runs her hand up the tattoo on my side. The sinful way she bites her lip as she touches me makes the strain in my boxer briefs unbearable. I wrap my fingers around hers when they breach my chest, and dip to kiss her thumb. The burn of her gaze glitches, her forehead creasing at my sudden change of pace.
“If I only get you for tonight, I’m about to have the time of my life with every single inch of you.” I lift her sweater over her head and toss it on the floor. She gasps when I tug her forward by her waist beads, something I’ve imagined doing since I first saw them. By the hooded look in her eyes alone, the experience lived up to my fantasy.
“You’re beautiful, honey bear,” I murmur, placing kisses over the swells of her breasts, taking my time to savor the way she moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth. She rakes her fingernails over my back as she arches into my touch, her sweet whimpers swirling around me while my tongue flicks her stiffened peak. I slip my hands over her ass and squeeze. “You, in these fucking leggings, have been driving me crazy all night. Take them off for me.” Licking her lips, she stares right into my eyes and shimmies them down to her ankles. The pink thong goes next. “Good fucking girl. Now do me a favor?”
She tilts her head but doesn’t say a thing.
“Sit your pretty ass on my lap.”
Her eyes spark briefly before she lowers onto my lap, knees around my waist, pinning me in place. “Don’t tell me what to do, Hunt.”
