Page 58 of Captivated By You

“I’m going to drive you insane, Kiana.”

“Ash…”

The thrust of his tongue inside me took me by surprise. I twisted my head, seeking him out. Oh, dear Lord. He was lying on his back, his head between my legs, eating me like a man starved of the taste of a woman’s pussy. A gush of warmth arrowed between my legs, my stomach bottoming out, an orgasm coming at me too fast to control it. A climax blasted through me, sending aftershocks through my legs. My entire body shook from the force of it, ripples of ecstasy pulsating through my clit. Lost in the moment, I ground my hips, riding Ash’s face as he licked me dry.

Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapsed to the side, my chest heaving. Emerging from the cloud of bliss, I glanced down at myself. The straps of the nightgown rested in the crook of my elbows, my breasts bare. The skirt had bunched around my waist, and my legs were splayed wide open. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care a bit, because the sappy grin on Ash’s face was worth the slutty appearance.

Asher shuffled farther up the bed and lay beside me. I rolled onto my side and palmed his erection through his boxers. He clamped a hand around my wrist, stopping me from dipping inside.

“What’s wrong?” My voice came out all breathless and porn-star-worthy.

“I need you to be sure.”

I chuckled. “Bit late for second thoughts, Ash, don’t you think?”

His expression darkened and his pupils dilated, eclipsing the blue I found so mesmerizing.

“It isnevertoo late, Kiana. Never.”

Realizing what I’d said, I shook my head. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I’ve stopped fighting. I’m tired of denying my feelings for you.”

And denying myself a chance at happiness based on an experience with a man who didn’t deserve to own another second of my time.

Ash moved fast, straddling my hips and holding my hands above my head. He sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, forcing me to arch my back.

“Then, my beautiful, intelligent, funny Kiana, it’s time to beg.”

Chapter18

Kiana

Why does the past always come back to

bite you on the ass?

Okay,I admit it. I was wrong.

The last month with Ash had been idyllic and hadn’t once interfered with my role at work. When it came to my career, he abided fully by the boundaries I’d insisted on. According to Kate, one of the receptionists, he had popped in last week to see Philippe yet hadn’t sought me out. I appreciated the fact that he listened to and respected my desire not to flaunt our relationship in front of my coworkers.

When it came to our private life, though, he used every single one of his charms to prove to me that I’d made the right decision. Christmas and New Year’s were busy times in hospitality, and I’d worked right through, which meant I hadn’t been able to go home to see my parents and my brothers. To make it up to me, Ash had invited me to his place after my shift had ended, and cooked the most delicious Christmas dinner, then massaged my sore feet and had run me a bath. He’d joined me, too, which meant one thing had led to another. I didn’t regret a single second.

Three nights ago, I’d stumbled through the door to my apartment, exhausted after a thirteen-hour day, to find Ash sitting in the middle of my living room on a tartan rug—surrounded by a picnic. Smoked salmon, caviar, and dainty finger sandwiches. A cheeseboard and chocolate-covered strawberries. Chilled champagne. He’d dimmed the lights and lit candles, and soft music had played in the background.

The man’s ingenuity appeared endless, his energy infinite, and the way he made me feel important in his life, even when he had so many other demands on his time, meant the world to me. There were good guys out there, and I’d miraculously stumbled upon one.

Who knew that a one-night stand would be the beginning of a domino effect that had brought me to this place in my life?

Gia, of course, loved to gloat whenever I’d regale her with the latest thoughtful thing Ash had done, and then she’d bemoan when her turn might come. My answer was always the same: give up on the Christian Bale fantasy and agree to a second date from time to time, and opportunities for love might just appear.

The sound of the buzzer outside my apartment building set off what was fast growing into a familiar yet still new feeling. The flutter of excitement rolling through my midsection, the slight dizziness, the dry lips that a swipe of my tongue wouldn’t appease, but a swipe of his would fix in a heartbeat. I let him in, using the sixty seconds it would take for him to arrive at my apartment to shove my feet into heels and grab my purse.

I opened the door in time to watch him saunter toward me, his smile reflecting his sinful thoughts as he ran his eyes over me.

“I’m thinking of canceling our dinner,” he announced, swooping in to take my lips in a lipstick-ruining kiss. Not that I cared. Lipstick I had in abundance; Ash, I couldn’t ever get enough of.

“And what would we do instead?” I answered in a breathy tone while running my hands over the lapels of his tailored jacket.

A neat eyebrow arched. “Really, Kiana? If you can ask such a thing, then I’m not doing my job right.”

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