Entangled Heart (Ashby Crime Family)

It didn’t change a damn thing, no matter how strongly my hormones disagreed.

God, I hated being in the fucking friend zone.

“Can’t say I’ve ever heard of whiskey floats before.”

I took another spoonful, the taste, heavy on the booze, curled my toes a bit. And the creamy ice cream? What’s not to like? Which explained why I had kicked my shoes off and curled up on one end of Jamie’s sofa, feeling more relaxed than on the back of his Harley.

“Clearly, you like it. That’s your second one.”

“It’s damn good, but still doesn’t mean whiskey floats are a thing. You made this up to get me drunk,” I accused, aiming a finger across the sofa at him.

“Why would I do a thing like that, Maddie?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a hilarious drunk.” I took another sip as the ice cream melted into a soft swirl. I couldn’t help it. I actually smacked my lips together dramatically. “I don’t really drink that much.”

“I’ve noticed.”

I shrugged. “Mom was a drunk, so I never saw the appeal.”

“Makes sense.” Jamie stared into his own glass for a long time, seemingly lost in thought before his lips tipped into a grin. “I can’t believe you were jealous of that chick.”

He shook his head, barely stifling his own laughter.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“Liar.” He shrugged. “It’s all right to feel jealous, if the tables were turned, I probably might be a little jealous too.”

What? “Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he was just trying to make me feel less idiotic. “I wasn’t jealous, except maybe of her mile-long legs and killer boobs.”

“She was hot, sure. But not a lot going on upstairs if you know what I mean.”

I let out a very unattractive snort-laugh. “When a woman looks like that, no man cares what’s going on upstairs, Jamie.”

“I care,” he growled, the sound startling me.

“Okay, fine, you’re the one guy on the planet who cares. Good for you. I still wasn’t jealous.”

His lips quirked up into a lazy, crooked grin as he slid across the length of the sofa. “You were so jealous your whole body turned green.”

I smacked his thigh. “How could you tell with your face buried in her tits?” I realized too late my mistake.

“Jealous and watching?” He snorted out loud, and I was toast. “Cool.”

I let out a grump of frustration and gave his chest a shove before attempting to stand on wobbly legs.

“You are unbearable!” I took one step away before I felt Jamie’s hands grip either side of my waist and pull me backward. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

His answer was to crush his lips against mine. At first I thought he was just making a point, but the kiss wasn’t quick like I thought it would be. Instead it went from hot to hotter as his tongue teased the seam of my lips until I opened for him with a shuddering sigh. Jamie dove in and explored every inch of my mouth, kissing me until my entire body was on fire, burning up and feverish, just for him.

I turned to fully face him, straddling his hips to deepen the kiss properly.

“Jamie,” I growled and slid my tongue between his lips while my hips ground against him. I wasn’t the most sexually experienced girl in the world, but something about this man made me hot and wild. It was like now that the dam had broken, I couldn’t get enough. I was hungry—no fuck that—I was starving for him.

And the way he gripped my ass to bring me flush up against his hard cock told me he felt the same. The way his hands slid oh so gently up my waist and ribcage, letting his thumbs brush up against the sides of my tits, had me trembling in his arms.

Without tearing my mouth from his, I slid my hands under Jamie’s shirt to feel his hot skin under my fingertips, his hard muscles jumping with every touch and then his rock hard pecs and even harder nipples.

Jamie hissed out a breath and pulled back with a smile. “You’re playing with fire, Maddie.”

I knew I was, and I smiled. “Maybe I want to feel the heat.” I let out a shriek when he gripped my ass and stood. But when he made for the stairs, I knew where this was headed, and it turned me the fuck on.

I couldn’t believe someone as hot as Jamie Ellison even gave me a second look, much less wanted to fuck me. I was from the ghetto trailer park. Not some fancy schmancy rich house on a hill.

I expected fast and frantic after the way Jamie laid me across his big bed and spread his big body over mine, settling his hips between my thighs. But he sat back and gazed at me with a slow smile and then peeled every stitch of clothing off my body like he had the patience of a monk.