“We’ve known each other a week,” I remind him.
“Your point?”
The kettle finishes boiling water for my tea and I turn to reach into the fridge for the milk. When I face him again, I look up into his eyes, finding his gaze still focused intently on me. “My point is that I hardly think I could become someone important to you in the space of a week.”
“That’s not true. Time doesn’t dictate that kind of thing for me. I knew Jack would be my best mate within days of meeting him, and my assistant wormed her way into my life within two weeks.” His voice deepens when he adds, “I have no idea what will happen between us, but I know I want to learn absolutely everything there is to know about you.”
I stare up at him, unable to move. My breathing slows and I fight my way through the thoughts filling my mind, trying to figure out exactly what I’m thinking. Trying to work out exactly what I want to happen here as my inner conflict settles in.
Before I can speak, he leans even closer to me, almost taking up all my personal space. “Lorelei—”
I place my finger against his lips, quietening him. “I want to take this slowly.”
He takes hold of my hand and moves it away from his mouth. “No, you don’t. And even if you do, I don’t ever take things slowly.”
I fight the effect his dominance has on me and attempt to stand up to him. Because as much as I’m turned on by the way he’s assuming control here, I don’t want to give him all the power in whatever this relationship might become. “I can tell that about you, but I won’t be controlled, Ashton, so if that’s the kind of thing you’re used to in your relationships, this might not be what you’re looking for.”
He moves so he’s standing in front of me with my back against the counter. Placing his hands on the counter either side of me, his body presses against mine as h
e dips his mouth to my collarbone. I suck in a breath when his tongue traces a line along my skin, and a shiver runs through me as he kisses his way slowly up my neck. He stops when he reaches my jawbone and lifts his face so he can make eye contact again. “Controlling you is the furthest thing from my mind, Lorelei.”
I stare at him, bewildered, and know that as much as he may not be trying to control me, simply being in his presence is enough to give him all the power. Ashton owns his world and converging his with mine only increases his dominion. Whether I like it not, he has that effect on me.
He watches me for a moment before lowering his gaze. Trailing his finger down my neck, he stops when he hits the material of my dress. I chose a dress for tonight that doesn’t reveal much of my cleavage. It is short and fitted, but it gives nothing away up top. He slowly runs his finger down my dress between my breasts, his focus completely on my chest. “Do you have any idea how much I want a taste of you?”
God, I wish I hadn’t used that facemask yesterday. If my face wasn’t so sore from the reaction, I’d kiss him right now. I halt the progress of his hand and hold it in place between my breasts. “I want to kiss you, but it seriously hurts way too much.”
He moves his free hand to the hem of my dress and his fingers slide under. “I wasn’t talking about a taste of those lips.”
His eyes find mine as he pushes my dress up. Unable to form a reply, all I can do is breathe through every sensation his touch evokes. I’m practically panting by the time he kneels in front of me.
“This is as slow as I’m willing to take us,” he says before placing his lips against my panties and kissing me. His hands grip my ass and a moment later, he slides my panties down.
My fingers tangle in his thick dark hair as he brings his mouth to my pussy. His tongue circles my clit and a moan escapes my lips. I steady myself against the kitchen counter because my legs feel weak. It’s been five months since I’ve had sex and every single inch of me is alive with need. If Ashton is as skilled as I think he is, this won’t take long.
He continues to bless my clit with his tongue before kissing his way to my entrance. As he pushes his tongue inside me, he lifts my left leg and rests it over his shoulder. Burying his face in my pussy, he then shows me just how skilled he is at making a woman come.
Ashton brings me close to orgasm—so damn close—before backing off and letting my release tease me while he shifts his attention to my inner thighs. He kisses me there and runs his hands over my ass and down my legs before finally returning to the place I want to beg him never to leave again. His eyes meet mine. “I knew one taste would never be enough,” he growls before his tongue enters me again.
I grip the counter hard.
One taste will most definitely not be enough.
He doesn’t rush this, but rather, takes his time. I ride the waves of pleasure he gives me, losing track of my thoughts along the way. By the time he brings me close to orgasm again, I’m completely consumed by him. I’m unaware how long he’s had his mouth on me; all I’m aware of is that he has the most talented lips and tongue I’ve ever had the good fortune of being treated to.
When I’m just about to come, he stops what he’s doing and trails kisses across my skin above my clit. My eyes blink open and I look down, meeting his heated gaze. I try to push his face back to where it was, but he resists and shakes his head.
“Please,” I beg, wanting this more than I realised.
He shifts my leg off his shoulder and stands. Without saying a word, he spins me around and unzips my dress in one swift movement. His hands ghost across my back and he removes my dress, letting it drop to the floor. He then flicks my bra open and slides his hands up my back and over my shoulders, pushing my bra off. By the time he turns me to face him again, I’m naked.
“Fuck,” he rasps as his gaze sweeps over my body. “So beautiful.”
I flick the top button of his shirt open and attempt to undo the next one. He stops me and I meet his gaze with a frown.
“No.” His tone is as commanding as his touch. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Lorelei.”
Confusion collides with disappointment at his words. “Really? You’re just going to get me all worked up and then leave?”