Page 10 of Freaks Of Nature
How did I not notice?
His chuckle returns to the shell of my ear, the edge to his voice darker than before. “Among other things.”
OH. MY. GOD!Does he mean—
I don’t get to finish the thought. Ash whirls me around, and the look in his eyes is my answer.
His mouth crushes against mine, his firm hand at the back of my neck guiding me, and my lips part for him. I let his tongue in—let him tease me in the most exquisite way.
Our moans mix while Ash explores me, sliding further with each skilled flick. I feel him everywhere from the roots of my hair to my fingertips and toes. The primal need in his kiss is inescapable. It consumes me. It’s a taste of what sex with him will be like. Fierce. Deep. Unrelenting.
My fingers clutch the front of his shirt, and he eases up enough to grant me a breath.
We both pant as his lips linger over mine. His hands drift, caressing my curves and mapping a path to the hem of my shirt.
He slides underneath it.
I don’t stop him. My arms wind around his neck to give him free reign. My skin buzzes under his touch. It’s addictive.
Ash inches higher. The breeze dances around my waist as he raises my shirt in the process, exposing me, and I know he won’t stop at my bra.
My teeth nip at his bottom lip to give a little tug. I want to feel his hands on me, and I don’t want him to be gentle.
“Fuck, Emily,” he groans when I release him. “You’re going to make me come playing rough like that.”
I’m so wet for him already, but his ragged voice sends a fresh wave of lust through me. The hard length of his cockprodding me through his jeans is a promise that he can destroy me in a single thrust.
Ash lets out another curse, then breaches the constraints of my bra, pushing it up over my breasts along with my top.
My nipples are hard and sensitive when the pads of his thumbs roll over them.
He strokes me roughly.
His hands squeeze me without apology.
He feels so good I’m ready to mount him right here. A car could drive up, hikers could return from the trail, someone could be watching us from the shadows… but I don’t care.
Ash answers my body’s need. His hands drop, palms rounding my ass to pick me up by the back of my thighs.
Hanging on, I lock my legs at his back. He moves us a few paces, and then there’s a picnic table under me.
I know I’m about to do something very, very stupid. I’m about to have unprotected sex with this man I only met days ago.
I’m still on birth control, but I’m fully aware of the other risk I’m taking. No doubt, Ash has plenty of participants eager to jump him.
His mouth breaks from mine, dipping to the crook below my jaw with a ravenous desire that chases a fresh surge of heat up my spine. It’s a kiss full of sin. A kiss that burns my very soul. Like he’s the devil himself, and he’s come to collect.
There’s no other explanation for the hold he has on me. With my thighs spread around him, I yield as he nudges me backward onto the table.
Bent over me, Ash’s lips trace the front of my throat before skipping lower.
I grip his shoulders and suck in a sharp breath when he latches onto my right breast. His tongue is hot, swirling in wet circles around my nipple while his diligent fingers work the front of my jeans.
Looking up at me, he flicks his piercing over the pebbled tip of my breast in a taunt.
My pussy throbs with need. His green eyes are striking at night. Like something unnatural that wants to devour me.
Pinning me with his stare, he eases his hand past the zipper into my fly.
