Ashton Scott

My eyes drop to her lips.

I need to taste those lips again.

Hooking my arm around her waist, I pull her close. “You’re mine again tomorrow night.”

Her eyes widen a touch and her breath catches. “What if I’m busy?”

I don’t let her go. “Are you?”

She hesitates for only a second. “No.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”

“I’ll be ready at seven.”

Fuck.

My arm tightens around her and I bend to kiss her. She leans into me and loops her arms around my neck while kissing me back. A moan escapes her lips and my cock jerks to attention. Hell, my dick has been semi-hard all night.

Suddenly, her arms leave my neck and she pushes against my chest while she ends the kiss. I pull away and look down at her, questioningly.

“Sorry,” she says, a pained expression on her face. “It hurts my face to kiss you.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. I’ve completely forgotten about her face. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, it sucks. I won’t be doing one of those masks again in a hurry.”

“Good to hear. They’re a hazard to men,” I murmur, my arm still around her, my eyes not leaving hers.

She stares up at me, her breaths slowing down. Then she surprises the hell out of me. “Do you want to stay for a drink?”

I lift a brow. “As in a real drink?”

Her lips curl into a smile. “Yes, an actual drink. I’m sorry I don’t have alcohol, but I do have tea, coffee, water, mil—”

I press a finger to her lips. “I’ll have a coffee.”

Her smile fills her face and she leaves me to head into the kitchen. I rake my fingers through my hair. This taking it slow business isn’t something I’ve ever had a woman request. But fuck if it isn’t making me want her all the more.

13

Lorelei

“So you’ve lived here for two years?” Ashton asks while I fiddle with the coffee machine. It’s unnerving that he knows so much about me.

“Do you do that with everyone in your life?”

He moves closer so he’s standing less than two feet away. Resting against the counter, he casually crosses one foot over the other. It’s as if he feels at home in my kitchen. His eyes meet mine, the usual intensity shining from them. “Do what?”

“Make a point to know everything about them like that?”

“I don’t know everything, Lorelei.”

I finish making his coffee, black with no sugar, and pass him the mug. “I beg to differ. You seem to have made it a point to know most things.”

“I always take the time to learn about the people important to me.” He lifts the drink to his mouth and takes a sip while I process what he’s told me.

The people important to me.