Secure Love (Wet & Wild 3)

He saw tears welling in her eyes as his hand slipped behind her neck.

“I want to build a life with you,” Ash said. “Whatever that means. Whatever that takes. Whatever I have to give up and whatever I have to provide to make that happen, I’ll do it. If you want to take your business to the ends of the earth, I’ll hand out flyers advertising your services. If you want to sell it to someone else so they can manage it, then I’ll find you the perfect person to sell it off to. Someone who will take care of it like I know you would. If you want to stay in New York City, then I’ll stay with you. If you want to fly to Antarctica and live in an igloo, I’ll build us the best damn igloo the world has ever seen.”

Kallie giggled as a tear worked its way down her cheek. A tear Ash bent down to kiss so it wouldn’t taint anymore of her beautiful skin.

“I will tear apart my life, so you can mold it to what you need,” he said against her skin.

He felt Kallie turn her face in to him, his lips less than a millimeter from hers.

“All I want is to be with you, Kallie. In whatever form that takes.”

Ash pressed his lips against hers. Soft. Sensuous. Filled with the love that poured from his heart. His hand slid into the base of her hair, tangling in the wisps that were already falling from her bobby pins. But the second his fingers slid along her skin, Kallie melted into him. Her body collapsed into him. And he stood himself up so he could catch her. Kallie’s tongue slid across his lips, begging for an entrance he’d been dreaming about all week. His arm fell to her waist and he held her close. His hand splayed across her back as Kallie’s hands slid up his chest. Their tongues collided, sliding across the other as Ash tasted her sweetness.

No battling.

No fighting.

No command.

Just two lovers encased in the glow of candles and the scent of rose petals.

Ash backed Kallie’s legs to the bed and the two of them tumbled to it. Rose petals flew everywhere as his hands began to relieve her of her clothes. Her shoes went tumbling to the floor and bobby pins were tossed off the side of the bed. Ash slid her dress down her body, revealing the beautiful black lingerie underneath. He groaned into her cleavage. He slowly peeled the bra away from her body. Her hands slid his jacket off his shoulders. Unbuttoned his shirt. Undid his belt.

He felt his skin against hers again and his heart sent itself into overdrive.

His lips wrapped around her nipple, teasing them to their beautifully engorged peaks. Kallie fisted his hair and pulled him back up, crashing their lips together. His hands slid along her bare arms, committing the softness of her skin to memory. He threaded their fingers together as his tongue slid across the roof of her mouth, pulling moans from her that made his dick twitch.

His lips slid along her shoulder. He pressed kisses into her skin. He nibbled softly at her neck and nuzzled his nose up the outline of her ear. Her legs parted for him. Created room for his body as her heat assaulted him. He felt how wet Kallie was for him. How wanton and ready her body was.

Ash propped himself up on his forearms and gazed into her lovely eyes as her chest panted with wanton desire.

“I love you, Pretty Kallie,” he said.

“I love you, too, Ash.”

And it took all the strength he had not to cry as he slid his cock effortlessly into her warmth.

Chapter 28

Kallie

Kallie was overwhelmed. Speechless at the idea of everything that had taken place. Ash told his parents he loved her. He gazed into her eyes and told her that he loved her. And he’d told an entire audience of his peers that she would run his charity. This beautiful charity that sat in line with everything she ever held dear. He told them not to mess with her! At least, that was what it had sounded like. And she could see the sincerity of his words every time he repeated that one specific phrase.

The phrase she’d stopped him from saying in Bali.

She had no idea what had gotten into Ash, but she was no longer willing to fight it. The second he slid into her, she could feel his love. Feel his respect. Feel his desire for her. His need to have her in his life. Everything about the evening he planned had showed her how wrong she had been about him. Ash didn’t want to coop her up. Ash didn’t want to rule her life. Ash didn’t want her to pump out children and be some sort of kept trophy he stacked on his shelf.

Ash wanted to live with her. To love with her. To travel with her and to explore with her.

Ash wanted to run with her.

And she wanted to run with him.

She gazed into his eyes as her hips rolled deeply into his. Rose petals skimmed along her back as his hand fluttered down the curves of her form. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back, tilting her pelvis closer to him. It shot electricity through her veins that sent her heart spiraling into an endless abyss of newness. She throbbed for him. Gasped for him. Clung to him and not once attempted to shield herself from him. She slid her toes up the backs of his thighs and felt his tightly wound curls rolling along her clit. Trembling her body and blinding her with a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.

“I love you,” she said with a whisper. “I love you so much, Ash.”