My heart beats so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. “Well, consider this me staking my claim.”
His grip on my leg tightens. “I’ll sort this out. And next week you’ll come with me to meet my mother.”
And just like that, Ashton rights everything in my world again.
* * *
“What?” I lift my brows at Ashton as we get ready to go out for dinner that night. “You thought I’d just throw a few things in a suitcase and call the job done? A woman needs options when she goes away for the weekend with her man.”
He runs his gaze over my clothes I’ve laid out on the bed in our suite, taking in all the outfit options I’ve got. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, “You’ve got enough there for a month-long trip.”
I ignore that and continue my search for the perfect outfit to wear to dinner. I’m tired from our busy day, but I’m determined not to waste a second of our time here. We might be visiting the resort for work, but that’s no reason not to get as much sexy time with Ashton as possible. And I’ve packed a few outfits that I know will help get him in the mood. Not that Ashton ever needs a reason for that.
The sound of him undressing fills my ears, and I turn to watch as he unbuttons that shirt. It’s one of my favourite things to do—watching him undress.
He watches me while he works the buttons, his gaze intense. “Take your dress off.”
His bossiness hits me deep in my core and every nerve ending lights with need. I do as he orders, his watchful gaze and commanding attitude owning my every action.
As I kick my dress to the side, he closes the distance between us with determination. Taking hold of my face, he kisses me, his restraint close to breaking point. Ashton can’t hide his need, and that’s something that turns me on. He makes me feel more wanted than I’ve ever felt.
When he finally lets my mouth go, he kisses a trail down my neck, his hands on my breasts. In between kisses, he rasps, “Fair warning—you won’t be able to walk when we leave this resort on Sunday.”
I grip his biceps. “I like these kinds of promises.”
Before I realise what he’s doing, he lifts me and carries me out to the balcony. I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him while both anticipation and apprehension fill me. I’m almost naked and he’s taking me outside where anyone can see me.
“Ashton, what are you doing? I have no clothes on.” Our room overlooks the ocean and there are people everywhere down on the street. It might be dark, but the resort is lit up. Oh God.
He places me down and spins me around so he’s behind me, pressing my body against the railing. The glass railing that hides nothing from the world. Sweeping my hair off my shoulder, he bends to place his mouth to my bare skin. “You’re not naked yet, but you will be soon.”
I grasp the railing, almost succumbing to the sensations he’s causing, but I can’t stop staring down at the people below us. When he moves to unclasp my bra, my limbs turn shaky. I’m not sure I can do this out here.
“Ashton, no. I can’t.” My words fall out breathlessly and a little unconvincingly. Because if I’m totally honest, there’s a forbidden thrill chasing my fear away. I’m torn between being completely aroused by the idea of sex out in the open and nervous about the whole thing.
“Lorelei,” he growls against my ear, “You told me you wanted to fuck me in public. Have you changed your mind?”
He’s right—I did tell him that. But now it’s happening, I’m not sure I can go through with it. “I don’t know. It feels wrong with all these people around.” Wrong but so damn good at the same time.
“It’s dark,” he says as he runs his hand down my stomach and dips his hand into my panties. “And even if they can see where my hand is, they can’t see that I’m fingering your cunt right now.” With his free hand, he takes hold of my neck and angles my head back so he can kiss me. His tongue tangles with mine as his fingers reach deep inside me, and I know there’s no way I’m saying no to this now. When he drags his mouth from mine, he says, “I want to do filthy things to you out here in front of all these people, but I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
Oh God, I want all those filthy things.
Every single last one of them.
I turn in his embrace and glide my hands over his bare chest. Meeting his gaze, I nod. I want this as much as he does.
“Tell me what you want,” he commands in the forceful way he does when he’s pushing me to express my desires.
I bite my lip and drop my eyes for a moment, but he tilts my face back up, forcing me to hold eye contact. It’s times like this I wish I was more experienced. I wish I had the same level of sexual confidence as Ashton.
“Tell me,” he growls again. “I want to know what you want me to do to you and where you want it.”
Every last piece of resistance I have to this evaporates when I see the desire flashing in his eyes. It doesn’t matter that we’re at different levels sexually or that I feel nervous about this; all that matters is we’re in this together, and he wants me just as much as I want him.
I take hold of his face and kiss him with all the passion consuming me. It’s hot and it grows frantic. There’s no stopping this now. “I want you to fuck me out here for everyone to see,” I finally admit, panting with lust. I want that more than anything else.
In one deft movement, he removes my bra. Bending his head, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth while holding my breast. His free hand slips into my panties again and he finds my clit. I spread my arms out and rest them on the railing. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and shut out every noise while losing myself in the moment.