Reckless In Love
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The smile he gave her just then made her feel as good as his kisses and his caresses did. What was between them wasn’t just physical—it was so much more than that. Because for every moment of sensual pleasure he gave her with his mouth and hands, his sweet words and smiles gave her just as many moments of joy.
And then he was bending forward to press more incredible kisses over her stomach and hip bones at the same time as he slid the final piece of fabric down, pressing his lips over each new tiny patch of skin that he revealed. She’d never been so open for anyone else, never been so naked, so exposed.
And she loved it. Loved knowing that Drew was her first.
Her only.
“Ash.” Her name was an awestruck breath against the part of her that was so wet, so hot, so needy. For him. All for him.
“Please,” she begged, the same word she’d been saying over and over since he’d brought her to his bed. “Touch me. Kiss me.”
“God, yes.”
Just those six little letters against her aroused flesh were nearly enough to send her spinning out over the edge. So when she felt the first sweet brush of his tongue over her sex, she couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure or keep her hips from arching up even closer to his mouth. His hands slid beneath her hips to hold her steady as he continued to give her the naughtiest, most incredible open-mouthed kiss in the world.
His name spilled feverishly from her lips, and her hands tightened on his forearms as she exploded into a million beautiful pieces. And then, just when she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he slowly slipped a finger into her, lighting up nerve endings that she’d yet to discover.
She’d been stunned breathless when he’d thrown her into that glorious climax. But now as he continued to play over her sex with his fingers at the same time as he ran damp kisses over the insides of her thighs, her belly, her breasts, she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t stop begging him for more. Couldn’t keep from lifting her hips to try to take more of him. Couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her breasts, or the way he was pushing her way past her comfort zones.
Ashley had always been inclined to play it safe, but with Drew, she’d never been able to hide in the background or behind her computer. His music made her dance. His smiles made hers so much bigger. And his beautiful, passionate, heartfelt kisses made all the walls she thought she’d needed around her heart fall away.
So when he came face-to-face with her again and looked down into her eyes with such dark, deep intensity, everything went perfectly still. So still that she could not only feel his heart beating against hers, she swore she could hear it, too. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. And then hers joining in, in perfect sync. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
Two hearts playing in unison until they sounded like one.
“You’re so far beyond everything, everyone I’ve ever known,” he whispered into the silence, each word dancing seamlessly over the rhythm section of their hearts. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.”
The stillness shattered then, as the bliss he’d built up with his mouth, and then his hands, began radiating out from somewhere deep inside, growing bigger and bigger. So big that her bones, her skin—her very soul—couldn’t possibly contain all the joy.
Couldn’t do anything but let him play over her body until she truly felt as if she actually was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.
Chapter Twenty-One
Making love with Ashley was a revelation. She wasn’t trying to impress him with how loudly she could moan or the tricks she could do. She wasn’t here with him tonight because he was a rock star.
Every touch, every kiss, every breathless move she made beneath him as she came was so honest. So raw.
So damned good.
The hunger he felt for her was unlike anything he’d ever known as he put his hands on her hips, rolled onto his back, and pulled her up to straddle him.
She blinked down at him in adorable surprise at the new position. “Hi.”
He reached up to stroke the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “I swear,” he said as he ran his thumb over her full lower lip, “I could just look at you all night.”
“I’d rather you touched me all night.”
He loved the way she was so easily telling him what she wanted now. “Where? Here?” He stroked her lip again, slower this time, groaning when she licked the pad of his thumb.
“Yes.”
He moved his hand to caress her just beneath her earlobe. “Here?”
“Mmm...” She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”
He couldn’t resist moving both hands to the undersides of her breasts. “Here?”
She gave him her answer by rocking her hips over the bulge in his jeans. Her nipples beaded up against his palms, and he pinched them lightly in time with her movements against him. Slowly, he ran his hands down from her breasts, over her waist, to her hips.
“Let me help take you all the way again, Ash. I can’t get enough of watching you come.”
When her eyes fluttered open again, they were foggy with renewed arousal, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hand over her hip bone and her gorgeously wet sex. A low moan fell from her lips, and she rocked once, twice, three times against his fingers, taking more of him each time. But suddenly, she stopped.
“Not without you.” She was clearly determined as she reached for the zipper of his jeans and began pulling it down. “I don’t want to come again without you inside of me.”
And then he was bending forward to press more incredible kisses over her stomach and hip bones at the same time as he slid the final piece of fabric down, pressing his lips over each new tiny patch of skin that he revealed. She’d never been so open for anyone else, never been so naked, so exposed.
And she loved it. Loved knowing that Drew was her first.
Her only.
“Ash.” Her name was an awestruck breath against the part of her that was so wet, so hot, so needy. For him. All for him.
“Please,” she begged, the same word she’d been saying over and over since he’d brought her to his bed. “Touch me. Kiss me.”
“God, yes.”
Just those six little letters against her aroused flesh were nearly enough to send her spinning out over the edge. So when she felt the first sweet brush of his tongue over her sex, she couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure or keep her hips from arching up even closer to his mouth. His hands slid beneath her hips to hold her steady as he continued to give her the naughtiest, most incredible open-mouthed kiss in the world.
His name spilled feverishly from her lips, and her hands tightened on his forearms as she exploded into a million beautiful pieces. And then, just when she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he slowly slipped a finger into her, lighting up nerve endings that she’d yet to discover.
She’d been stunned breathless when he’d thrown her into that glorious climax. But now as he continued to play over her sex with his fingers at the same time as he ran damp kisses over the insides of her thighs, her belly, her breasts, she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t stop begging him for more. Couldn’t keep from lifting her hips to try to take more of him. Couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her breasts, or the way he was pushing her way past her comfort zones.
Ashley had always been inclined to play it safe, but with Drew, she’d never been able to hide in the background or behind her computer. His music made her dance. His smiles made hers so much bigger. And his beautiful, passionate, heartfelt kisses made all the walls she thought she’d needed around her heart fall away.
So when he came face-to-face with her again and looked down into her eyes with such dark, deep intensity, everything went perfectly still. So still that she could not only feel his heart beating against hers, she swore she could hear it, too. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. And then hers joining in, in perfect sync. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
Two hearts playing in unison until they sounded like one.
“You’re so far beyond everything, everyone I’ve ever known,” he whispered into the silence, each word dancing seamlessly over the rhythm section of their hearts. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.”
The stillness shattered then, as the bliss he’d built up with his mouth, and then his hands, began radiating out from somewhere deep inside, growing bigger and bigger. So big that her bones, her skin—her very soul—couldn’t possibly contain all the joy.
Couldn’t do anything but let him play over her body until she truly felt as if she actually was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.
Chapter Twenty-One
Making love with Ashley was a revelation. She wasn’t trying to impress him with how loudly she could moan or the tricks she could do. She wasn’t here with him tonight because he was a rock star.
Every touch, every kiss, every breathless move she made beneath him as she came was so honest. So raw.
So damned good.
The hunger he felt for her was unlike anything he’d ever known as he put his hands on her hips, rolled onto his back, and pulled her up to straddle him.
She blinked down at him in adorable surprise at the new position. “Hi.”
He reached up to stroke the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “I swear,” he said as he ran his thumb over her full lower lip, “I could just look at you all night.”
“I’d rather you touched me all night.”
He loved the way she was so easily telling him what she wanted now. “Where? Here?” He stroked her lip again, slower this time, groaning when she licked the pad of his thumb.
“Yes.”
He moved his hand to caress her just beneath her earlobe. “Here?”
“Mmm...” She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”
He couldn’t resist moving both hands to the undersides of her breasts. “Here?”
She gave him her answer by rocking her hips over the bulge in his jeans. Her nipples beaded up against his palms, and he pinched them lightly in time with her movements against him. Slowly, he ran his hands down from her breasts, over her waist, to her hips.
“Let me help take you all the way again, Ash. I can’t get enough of watching you come.”
When her eyes fluttered open again, they were foggy with renewed arousal, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hand over her hip bone and her gorgeously wet sex. A low moan fell from her lips, and she rocked once, twice, three times against his fingers, taking more of him each time. But suddenly, she stopped.
“Not without you.” She was clearly determined as she reached for the zipper of his jeans and began pulling it down. “I don’t want to come again without you inside of me.”
