Kallie was so much more than just a simple vacation romance.
And the knowledge that another man had touched her like that. Forced her around like that. A man she was set to marry. A man who had cheated on her and broken her fucking heart.
Ash wanted to beat the shit out of that asshole.
“Get out,” Kallie said.
Her soft voice pierced his raging thoughts and his vision focused onto her.
“We aren’t done talking,” Ash said.
“We aren’t talking at all. You’re accusing me of doing the same thing my ex did to me. That kiss wasn’t consensual. It never was and it never will be. And if you don’t trust me now, you’re never going to, Ash. I broke up with James. I went there, looked him dead in his eye, and told him it was over. I gave back that necklace and I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me, Ash.”
He watched tears well in her eyes and it tugged at the small part of him not soaking in frustration.
“He grabbed me without my permission and kissed me without warning, and I shoved him away. Left, despite his insistence that I come with him. That’s what happened, regardless of what any articles say. I’m not the kind of woman who cheats. We’ve already had this discussion. For Pete’s sake, Ash. I ended things with my fiancé because he was a cheater!”
Ash’s mind wafted back to the island. Back to those flowers sitting on her bedside table. He hadn’t trusted her, and he’d been wrong then. Was it possible he could be wrong now? Since he’d found Kallie and gotten her back, she’d been in high spirits. Better than the spirits she’d showed him on the island. She was happy. Giggling. Laughing. Curling into him and kissing his lips again. Enjoying his presence.
Yes, Ash decided.
He was wrong now too.
He walked across her small office, no bigger than half the size of his own bathroom. His hand brushed a tendril of hair away from Kallie’s face and he tucked it behind her ear. She stepped away from the wall, just enough for him to slip his arm around her waist. He pulled her body close to his. Felt her heat against him as her hands slid up his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and stared into those beautiful eyes. Fiery with righteous indignation and unforgiving of whatever his opinion of her was. And in that moment, he knew she was telling the truth.
Which made him want to strangle her ex.
Ash took her chin within his hands and brought her lips closer to his. He pulled her tighter into his body as his cock began to throb to life. His thumb stroked her skin and his eyes fell to her lips, and he left out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding until that very second.
“I believe you,” Ash said.
He pressed his lips to hers gently, nuzzling their noses together as she melted into him.
“I’m sorry for assuming the worst,” he said with a whisper.
Kallie’s hands curled into his suit coat and she pulled him closer. Their gentle kiss deepened until her tongue was swiping across his lips. She wanted him. He could feel it. His hands untucked her shirt from her pencil skirt and planted into her waist. He took in the heat of her skin as her arms wrapped around his neck, backing her into the wall.
He slid his leg between her thighs and he felt her grind down onto him. Her panties were damp and her heat was fierce, and the angry animal within him rose up.
He ripped her clothes off, sliding her shirt down her shoulder. He sank his teeth into her, marking her as his own. Her moans filled his ears as his hands commanded her body. Tossed her around like a rag doll as he tried to find the best spot to take her against.
He twisted her around as his arm reached out. He slid it across her flimsy desk, watching as everything piled onto the floor. He bent her over her own damn desk and cracked his hand against her ass, watching as she jumped. Over and over, until he knew her skin was buzzing. Her legs trembled, and he watched as she bucked her ass against him. His cock strained against his trousers. A pulsing ache he needed to relieve. He grabbed the small zipper of her pencil skirt and slid it down, then pulled her skirt all the way to her ankles.
Fuck. Her panties were so incredibly wet.
He peeled her underwear down her angry red ass cheeks. Angry like the bitterness he had toward her ex. He slid his fingers between her soaked pussy folds and watched her lips pucker. Her face tilted off to the side and she looked back at him, her fiery eyes melting with lust for him. He smoothed his hand over her pussy. Took in the trimmed hairs and groaned at the way she poured into his palm. His fingers parted her pussy folds and his fingers found her clit, and soon her legs were jumping with their effort to stay up.