“No- really- Trace, please.”
Trace spun Ash around so he could face her. “No. Really. You’re incredible. You’re amazing. You’re flawless, smart, sexy, independent, incredibly beautiful. You’re my goddess, remember? You kick fiction ass and you kick comic book ass. If anyone calls you a nerd or a geek, you take that as a compliment, and you thank them for noticing that you are so much further above them. They are mere mortals, allowed to praise you in the only ways they know how, because words like queen and goddess are reserved for me alone.” He licked his way up her neck before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He bit down and was satisfied by her lusty exhale.
“Trace…”
“Yes? More protests? I would try and convince you that we have more than enough time for a quickie, but I don’t plan on being quick at all.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, her pupils fully dilated, eating up her gorgeous green irises. “No. No more protests. You win, but I’m holding you to your promise.”
“What did I promise?”
She trembled against him and he watched her sexy plump lips part. Her tongue swept out to moisten them and that did all sorts of things to the tent pole in his pants. “Four. Four orgasms. I’m going to hold you to it.”
He growled low in his throat and swept her up in his arms. “Good.” He carried her down the hall, to the bathroom. Her eyes went even wider, if it was possible, when he pushed the door open and flipped on the light. “Since I know you’re on a tight schedule today, orgasms one, two, and possibly three, are going to happen in here.”
“And what about you?” she asked in her thick, sexed up voice. A voice that raised the hairs on the back of his neck and in one hell of a good way.
“What about me?” He set her down and began stripping off his clothes. He loved the way her eyes remained glued to his every movement.
“I- well, you need to save a couple for yourself as well. I think maybe I’ll- well…” she flushed a deep crimson and he had to bait her into it. He had to hear her say whatever was so dirty it made her go crimson to her hairline.
He bent his head and spoke right into her ear as he began to slowly tug down her leggings. “Yes?”
“I want to have you in my mouth. I mean- I want you to… in my mouth.” Okay… so maybe she’d succeeded in surprising him. He didn’t think they were quite at that stage yet. “What?” Her hands moved to her hips, even while he was sliding her leggings away. “Is that not allowed?”
He shook his head and grinned up at her. “Seeing as maybe I’m a little nervous and wound up about your reunion too, maybe I’ll make an exception in this case.”
Her lips parted like she was going to fire something back at him, but he stopped her. He gripped her tunic and pulled it over her head and then it was game on as he crushed her mouth with his.
CHAPTER 15
Ash
The Twin Falls high school stood like a brick sentinel. The double doors that served as an entrance had either been replaced or repainted. They used to be red and now they were yellow, as if by painting them a welcoming color, the place would look less like a brick fortress and more like a place where people went for education.
Yeah right. Like anyone would attend high school if given a choice. Okay, well, like almost anyone would attend high school if given a choice.
“You ready?” Trace stood beside her, a solid pillar of strength that she resisted the urge to lean on, even though she desperately wanted to.
“I hope so.” She drew in a sharp inhale and pulled the door open.
She’d picked a black dress that wasn’t fancy but was classy. It fell to just past her knee. The neckline swooped low, bust not low enough to reveal anything. She’d paired it with a chunky black necklace that the saleslady who worked at the same department store she bought the dress had assured her would go ‘smashingly,’ in the British accent and all. No one said ‘smashingly’ unless they were British. It turned out, she was right. The necklace was amazing. With her hair down and curled and a pair of sexy black shoes that weren’t too high to impede her walking or increase the likelihood she’d trip and fall flat on her face, Ash actually felt like she could walk into the school and not be swallowed up whole.
The guy at her side, who stood like a menacing, handsome, sexy as hell pillar, dressed all in black to match, might have a little something to do with her confidence.