Page 81 of For Better or Hearse
“So what do we do about it?” His voice is hoarse.
“What if we…kissed sometimes?” Ash suggests. Sunlight falls across her face, highlights the hazy need in her eyes as she seems to battle some internal struggle. “No big deal, right? No big…commitment?”
He nods, suddenly dry-mouthed. “Right.”
“A truth just between us,” she whispers. “No one else knows. Not even Augustus.”
His hopeful heart hammers. “You want to do this?”
They stare at each other, heated, searching. For a long second, the only sound is the lap of water against the rock walls. The splash of the waterfall outside the cave.
And then, her expression turning determined, Ash simply says, “Yes.”
That’s all it takes.
He yanks her against him. Ready for it, Ash loops her legs around his waist. She’s soft and lush against the hardness of his chest. Heat spiraling through his ribs, he lowers his lips to hers. Christ, he loves the way she tastes. Soft and salty and sweet.
She runs her hands through his hair. Whimpers into his mouth. The sexiest, neediest sound he’s ever heard.
He palms the curve of her hip. Tangles the tie of her bikini bottom around his fingers. Pressing her tighter against him, he grips her ass, lifting her higher.
She opens for him, legs spreading wide. “Yes,” she gasps, the word only for him. “Yes, yes.”
Reading her loud and clear, he teases the edge of her bikini bottoms and nudges them aside to slip a finger into her. That tight, perfect pussy.
Ash moans.
Two fingers now. He pushes them forcefully into her slickness. On a gasp, her eyes fall shut. Her lashes flutter. She arches in his arms, riding his hand. The heat of her, the hard clamp of her muscles, turns his dick to steel.
“What if someone sees us?” she gasps.
“I’m beyond caring, Ash,” he says roughly, his heart thundering. He’s enjoying this too fucking much to care if anyone sees them. To care if he even gets his turn. He wants her to have this. Wants to make her come hard and fast, and he wants to drink in the expression on her gorgeous face.
He adds to the pressure, adjusts the tempo. Swift now.
As she rocks against him in a silent plea for more, he kissesher. Senseless. Endless. He can’t be satiated. He’s coming undone. Utterly whipped and ruined.
On a growl, she snares his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging savagely.
“Fuck,” he grits out, liking her violence. His pulse spikes.
She shakes against him, uneven breaths falling from her lips. Her pupils are big, black and desirous.
He sweeps his mouth against her ear. “So fucking wet,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”
An aching groan tears from her lips.
Nathaniel’s breathing turns strangled. He strokes his fingers over her clit. Faster now. Savoring.
Ash moans at the same moment he does. Panting, she comes. The hard tremble of her body brings a smile to Nathaniel’s lips. A rush of satisfaction to his blood. She’s beautiful. Fierce face flushed, she continues to moan and rock against him. He slows the pressure on her swollen clit until she goes limp in his arms.
She buries her face in his neck. Saws in breath after breath. He holds her tight. Not wanting her to swim away just yet. When she lifts her face, he smooths away that cloud of dark hair, skims a thumb over the delicate arch of her cheekbone. “Ash.”
There’s satisfaction in her eyes. She scrapes her hands down the wall of his chest, flashes of black nails and red lips.
“That was…kinda fucking everything,” she murmurs. He swears to God she’s purring.
“Yeah,” he says, unable to tear his eyes from her face. From the red lipstick that still stains her lips. “It really fucking was.”