“I can’t try.” She suddenly sat up, but I was nowhere near done yet.
I had just gotten my first taste of Ash in three years; there was going to be an all-out feast before she was going anywhere. Pushing up on my arm, I used the other to grab the back of her neck and drag her down to my mouth. She stiffened in surprise, but it was short-lived. The moment my tongue swept hers, Ash proved that she was in the mood for a feast of her own.
One of her hands flew to my hair, tugging roughly in a needy attempt to take the kiss impossibly deeper as she reclined again. She was suddenly frantic, but even as her fingers made their way under the edge of my shirt, gliding up and down my back, she mumbled, “I can’t.”
“I wasn’t giving you the choice,” I replied, pulling away from her mouth long enough to peel the shirt over her head—an action she quickly returned, tearing mine off as well.
“I can’t be with you again.” She rolled over, pressing me down on the cold tile and swinging a leg over my hips.
“Well, that’s too bad, because it’s happening.” I reached up to unsnap her bra while she raked her teeth over my neck. “Fuck,” I hissed when her core settled against my straining cock.
“You don’t understand,” she said, letting her bra fall down her arms. “I can’t try. Not with you.”
“Then don’t try. But you’re still coming home with me,” I told her chest, unable to drag my eyes away.
Her long hair flowed over one of her shoulders, and I brushed it away. Nothing should have obstructed that view. Her creamy, pale breasts were much fuller than I remembered, and those small, pink nipples were screaming my name, pleading for me to take them in my mouth.
A plea I could more than oblige.
Sitting up, I grazed my teeth over the flesh before repeating the process on the other breast. She moaned, dropping her chin to her chest to watch as I laved in circles. Her fingers once again threaded into my hair as she rocked against my cock. Dropping a hand to her ass, I guided her into an agonizing rhythm that had us both whispering reverent curses.
Why in God’s name are there two pairs of jeans between us?
“Fuck,” I groaned.
As I reached down to her button in order to remedy the situation, Judy’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Um, Tori, I’m not sure what you’re doing, but please be mindful that I eat my lunch in that room.”
Then Till said, “Would you leave them alone? Get away from the door.”
I dropped my head to her chest, furious that I finally had her and we were being interrupted. And even more frustrated that we were on the cold floor of a homeless shelter.
Just as I started to let out an angry curse, a laugh bubbled from Ash’s throat.
It was real.
And beautiful.
And so much better than I remembered.
It was everything.
But really, it was just her.
“I need to get you home and into my bed.” I laughed, folding my arms around her and tugging her down on top of me. Her naked breasts pressed against me as she continued to laugh in my ear.
A wave of nostalgia crashed over me, only soothed by the promise of a future where Ash would laugh every day. A future I would give her and, in turn, selfishly keep for myself.
Her laugh slowly faded away as she picked our shirts up before dropping mine on my chest.
“Soooo . . .” she drawled awkwardly.
“Soooo . . .” I mimicked, tugging my shirt on.
“It was really good seeing you again,” she said dismissively.
She really was a funny girl, because if she thought for one second after that little sample of us together that I was letting her go, she was kidding herself. She was coming home with me. Of that I was sure.
“Yeah. You too.” I chuckled, using my one of my crutches to climb back to my feet. “So Till packed your stuff. I’ll give you a few minutes to say goodbye.”
She twisted her mouth and smarted off. “Umm . . . okay. Goodbye, Flint.”
I ignored her. “Let me know when you’re ready to leave.”
“I’m not leaving. You are leaving.”
“Right. So, yeah . . . Not happening. Here’s how this is going to go down. Tonight, we’re finishing what you just started.”
“I didn’t start that!”
I gave her a knowing smirk. “You got my name tattooed on your body.”
“No. I got a piece of flint tattooed on my body.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a show of attitude that had me growing hard all over again.
I stalked toward her, fully expecting her to back away, but she held her ground. She just didn’t understand that it was my ground she was standing on.