Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
My hands are on the tile.
My feet are planted on the floor shoulder-width apart.
And I’ve never felt so vulnerable. Part of me likes this feeling too much.
“Don’t move your hands.”
A shiver breaks out on my skin, despite the heat from the water, and all I can manage is a muted nod. He shifts behind me, then his fingers are trailing down my spine, sparking zaps of awareness on my skin.
Is that his lips on the small of my back? The undeniable heat of his tongue spreads low on my spine, and my breath hitches.
He’s making me light-headed. Dizzy with longing. I bite my lip to keep quiet because I’m about to beg him to touch me. Really touch me. The space between my legs is throbbing for his hands and mouth.
He drags his palms over my butt-cheeks before bringing a hand down with a loud smack. I can’t hold back a small cry of surprise.
“I like a red ass, Sadie. Can you handle it?”
Can I? I’m not sure, but I’m aching between my legs too much to care. “Uh-huh,” I mumble.
“That’s not an answer.” He lets loose another smack. “Answer me.”
“Yes!”
Smack!
The blow comes with more force than the last two, and with a small whimper, I shoot to my toes.
He snakes an arm around my waist and gently pulls me into his body, bending me until I’m arching my spine. Until my ass is raised for better access.
“Perfect,” he rasps out. “You’ve got the finest ass. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“No.” Shit, no one’s ever touched me like this either. Looked at me like this. And no one has ever wanted to spank me before. The more time I spend with Ash, the more we tumble down the rabbit hole of whatever this is.
Who knew he was hiding this side of him all these years behind that flirty grin?
He spanks me again, and I jump once more with a small gasp. Jesus, I’m surprised I like it so much. His palm comes down over and over, alternating between my left and right cheeks.
Fuck, it’s starting to sting, and I can’t help but whimper and squirm. The urge to press my thighs together is overwhelming. The longer I stand like this, the more likely my arousal will drip down my legs.
I sense him crouching behind me, his hot breath fanning over my left butt-cheek. He parts his mouth over my flesh and sinks his teeth in.
“Ash.” His name is little more than a throaty cry, and I clench my jaw to keep from moaning again. His nibble doesn’t hurt. If anything, the location of his mouth is making me wetter. Needier. God, I’m desperate for him to touch me.
He runs his nose down my inner thigh. So close, but so far away. It’s pure torture.
“I’m gonna touch you,” he says, planting soft kisses on my skin as he grazes my other thigh with his fingers. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
I’ve never wanted it more. But getting my vocal cords to work is proving to be impossible. I arch into his touch, hoping he’ll get the message.
“No, Sadie. I want you to say the words. If you want my fingers in your pussy, you’re gonna have to tell me.”
“Jesus, Ash. You’re driving me insane.”
“I can drive you insane for hours, and I will if you don’t say the words.”
My pride lets an endless amount of seconds tick by, but eventually, I cave to the need clawing inside me. “Touch me,” I choke out.
He slips his fingers inside me, and his touch is different from last night, when he shoved them into my pussy while spanking me. Now, his movements are careful. Teasing. He’s taking his time, extracting low moaning cries from my throat.
“You’re so wet.”
I’ve been drenched since the restaurant, but I suspect he already knew that. I can still see the smug tilt of his lips as he sat across from me, watching while I engaged in an embarrassing but entirely thrilling display of public indecency.
His fingers dip in and out of my pussy, his pace unhurried, and I’m rocking my hips, moving with his hand in a dance of want and need. My breaths become choppy as water drips off my hair and slides down my face. And his fingers…
God, he knows how to use them.
He glides up to my clit and rubs circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want you to come.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper as my lids drift shut. I block out everything—the tile under my palms, the spray of the shower raining down on us, the rapid pace of my thumping heartbeat.
I focus all of my attention on his fingers and what they’re doing to me between my legs. Hot and drenched to the core, I can’t stop the pressure from building. That soaring high is almost within reach. A groan escapes my mouth. I’m so close, but he won’t touch me the way I need him to.