Ashton Scott

My heart practically bangs in my chest as my pussy clenches. Having no experience with dirty talk like this, I’m a contradictory mix of turned on and self-conscious. I step closer to him and run my hand down his chest. “So wet that you could easily slide more than one finger inside me.”

His face angles down so he can press his mouth against my ear. “Let’s test that.”

He turns the heat up when he moves his hand from my ass and brings it around to my front so he can push two fingers inside me.

I bite my lip and suck in a breath while placing one hand on his shoulder to steady myself.

His eyes meet mine again as he strokes my G spot. “Did my other package arrive?”

“Yes.”

“And you opened it?”

“I did.”

He reaches deeper inside me. “Did you go through the box?”

I steady myself against him with both hands on his shoulders because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand much longer with the pleasure he’s giving me.

When I don’t answer him straight away, he pushes me. “Lorelei.” The dominance in his tone is enough to get me off. Add to it what he’s doing with his fingers and the images flashing through my mind of what’s in the box, and an orgasm teases me.

I grip his shoulders hard and moan louder than I’ve ever moaned. Ashton brings that side out of me. He makes me feel pleasure in a way I wish I had before. Because this kind of pleasure is the kind a woman would beg a man for.

“I went through the box,” I finally answer him.

He slides his fingers out of me and I instantly miss them. “Did you see something you liked?”

Letting go of his shoulders, I move my hand down to the top button of his shirt and undo it. “There were so many things in that box I liked, Ashton.” I undo his second button. “The question is, which one are you going to use first?” The third and fourth buttons pop open before he places his hand over mine and stops me.

His mouth crashes down onto mine and a shudder runs through me at the force with which he kisses me. When he scoops me up into his arms and stalks into the bedroom, I quickly loop my hands around his neck and hold on while need burns in my veins.

God, how I want this man.

I was stupid to think I could slow him down last night. Ashton is not a man to be slowed. And regardless of where this ends up between us, I’m ready to take a chance.

After he deposits me on the floor in the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed. Circling his arm around my body, he pulls me between his legs. Pressing his lips to my bare stomach, he then trails kisses down my body while circling his finger inside the entrance to my pussy.

Around and around.

It’s divine.

But I want more.

I want his fingers all the way inside me.

He teases me by pushing in a little deeper and then licking along my slit. But right when I think he’ll give me more, he lifts his face to look up at me. “Was there anything in the box you’ve never used before?”

I grip his hair. “Seriously, you’re going to stop what you’re doing to have a conversation about tha

t?”

He moves swiftly, pulling me to straddle him. His intense eyes demand my complete attention. “I’ll stop everything until you tell me what I want to know.”

My pulse races.

God, I love this side of him.

A little too much.