Savage Love (Wet & Wild 2)

“You can phrase it anyway you want, but I know you feel it,” Ash said. “We’re attracted to each other helplessly. Like magnets. I felt that pull all the way in St. Barts when you ran back home. That’s why I came back to a city I can’t stand. A city I told myself I would always stay away from. Because it held the one thing I knew could draw me back. And I don’t regret it for a second.”

The intensity in his eyes is what won Kallie over. The sincerity of his words. The palpable heat in his voice. She’d longed for him. Yearned for him. But she wasn’t angry at him for being him. She was angry at him for being rich. There was a difference. She relaxed her hold on her water bottle and Ash took her in his arms, and she was helpless against his touch. She couldn’t fight him, and even if she wanted to, she wasn’t sure if she could.

Her mind conjured all those beautiful times in St. Barts. All those times he held her close and made her feel things James never could. Her body was crying out for another night of passion. Another night to feel like a woman. To be swept away by the current of his tongue.

She wanted another night of St. Barts. Even if she had to close her eyes and pretend she was there.

His lips fell against hers and she was weak against him. Water clattered to the floor as her back pressed against the windows. Ash’s hands on her hips. On her waist. Against her ass. Feeling every part of her like he had on the island.

“As

h?” she asked breathlessly.

Like she still couldn’t believe it was him.

“I’m right here,” he said into her lips. “I’ve always been right in front of you.”

Her hands gripped into his hair and he hoisted her against the glass. Her legs wrapped around him while his hands ventured along her bare thighs. She needed his skin against her hands. Needed his lips against her chest. Her tongue crashed with his and electricity shot through her veins. She rolled into him. Felt his cock throbbing against her clothed pussy. Her lips parted from his and she kissed his cheek. His neck. Nibbled at his ear.

“Oh, Ash,” she said with a whisper.

And in response, he peeled her from the window.

She could feel his heart beating against her chest. The way his hands gripped onto her like she was the last thing on earth he was trying not to lose. Her feet stumbled to the ground and she caught herself, her hands ripping at his clothes. Loosening his tie and sliding his suit jacket from his shoulders.

She needed to feel him now.

Piles of clothes ended up on the blond cedar of the floor. Her hands rushed over the strength of his chest and trickled down to the rings of his lean abs. Ash slipped her dress straps from her shoulders, gently allowing the fabric to fall from her body. He wrapped his arms around her and freed her breasts, the cool air of the apartment puckering them to engorged peaks. Kallie watched as he fell to his knees, dragging her underwear from her body with his teeth.

He helped her step out of them, his hands gentle with her heated skin.

But then he picked her up and placed Kallie over his shoulder as giggles fell from her lips.

Chapter 8

Ash

Ash tossed Kallie to his bed before he crashed his lips against hers. He felt lucky to get to touch her again. Feel her naked skin against his. He couldn’t wait to make her come in a million different wants. All limbs and fluids tangled up as she shook around his cock. She giggled into his lips and it was the sweetest, softest sound imaginable. He smiled into her, his hands rushing along her body. He didn’t know where to start. Didn’t know where to end. All he knew was that he wanted to be inside of her.

So that’s what he did.

He grabbed his cock and inched into her, slicking his skin with her arousal. Kallie sighed against his lips, her hands wrapping around his neck. He sank to the hilt, their hips pressed together, and Ash could feel her clit poking out from beneath its fleshy hood. He ground against her. Rolled deeply into her. Watched as she gasped and shook and jolted. His lips fell to her neck and he pressed them into her skin. Tasting her sweat and memorizing the throbbing of her pulse point. His hands curled into the sheets. His fingernails dug into the mattress. She felt so good. So wet. So tight around his cock.

“Pretty Kallie,” he said breathlessly. “How I missed you.”

He felt Kallie’s hand drag his face back up to hers. She wrapped her legs around him and crashed their lips back together. Her tongue shoved its way in and he groaned at the taste. The texture. The ferocity of her moves. Ash rolled quickly into her body, pressing his strength into her curves until nothing was left between the two of them.

Kallie unraveled underneath him, and he released her lips. She panted and shook. Whimpered and gasped. He watched the pleasure roll over her face. The pleasure of having his body so close to hers again. He rolled the two of them over and Kallie straddled his lap, her pussy still fluttering around his cock. Her hands dug into his chest and she began to move. Began to rock herself through the rest of her orgasm. Her eyes were half hooded in pleasure as Ash’s hands raced up her body, memorizing every dip and curve of her skin.

His heels planted into the bed as her juices dripped onto his skin. Coating his balls in her scent. Ash watched as Kallie leaned up, releasing her hair from its braid. She ran her fingers through it and her beautiful hair tumbled around her shoulders. Down her back. Between her shoulders blades. Her tits bounced and her body rolled, her pussy squeezing his cock. She was an angel. Illuminated in the soft moonlight of the city. His hands gripped tightly onto her waist and he pulled her down to him, their lips falling back into each other’s.

He wanted her in every way possible before he let her go again.

Ash picked her up and walked her into the wall. Pressed her against it and watched as she gasped against the cool surface. He slammed his cock into her body, watching her head fall back in pleasure. He hiked her up the wall with every thrust. Made her body bounce with his pounds. His hands planted firmly into the wall as his knees grew weak. The way she dripped around him. The way she shivered against him. The way her body smelled and looked and felt.

The essence of her...

It was intoxicating to him.