Kiss Me at Midnight (Entangled Flaunt) Page 3

  When the backs of her knees hit the couch, he pushed her down on it, never breaking contact with her mouth as he removed her boots. His fingers working over her skin sent shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Her tongue dueled with his as he yanked her skirt up and brushed his fingers over her inner thigh. Slowly, he skimmed his hand even higher and rolled her tights down her leg. Every inch of skin he bared drove him even more insane with desire. By the time he had them off of her, he was ready to scream with impatience.

  He kissed her ankle, then moved higher, nipping at her calf. She moaned and dropped her head back, giving herself to him. He kissed her knee, then sank his teeth into her inner thigh. She cried out, burying her hands in his hair and urging him even higher. When she trembled and spread her legs more, granting him access to her pussy, he ran his fingers along her slit.

  He slid his fingers underneath the soft satin. When he brushed her soft lips, he shuddered, unable to believe he was doing this with her. The woman he’d always wanted but never had. He traced a finger over her hip, directly over the line of her panties, but not going any further. When she whimpered, his gut clenched with desire. Desire so strong and intense, he almost gave in to the urge and took her right there.

  She dug her feet into the couch and clung to his biceps, a breathy sigh escaping her as she tried to urge him closer.

  “Ethan,” she gasped, her hands bunching on his arms. “Don’t stop.”

  Stop? Why the hell would he do that? “Ask me nicely,” he said gruffly, running his finger over her stomach. He crept closer to her clit, but didn’t touch her there. “Ask me for what you want.”

  Her fingers flexed on him. “I want…I want you to…”

  “Yeah?” He crept even closer to her core, tracing the spot on her hip where her leg and body connected. Then he kissed her, deep and hard. By the time he pulled back, she was whimpering, her hips moving restlessly beneath him. “Tell me, Ashley.”

  “I…I want…” she trailed off, her cheeks pink. After licking her swollen lips, she met his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

  “Gladly.” He traced a wide circle around her clit, pulling back to watch his finger move over her black satin panties. The sight of the wet fabric almost drove him over the edge. “So fucking hot.”

  He flicked his tongue over her racing pulse, his grip on her tightening. Christ, he wanted to push inside of her and fuck her all night, but he held himself back. She needed to be as desperate for him as he was for her, damn it. He gently slapped the side of her ass, the sound of his hand connecting with her upper thigh filling the room.

  She drew in a ragged breath, her eyes wide. Reaching down, she yanked on his hand and pressed his fingers against her clit. “Now.”

  He moved his fingers against her, her own pressing him even closer. “Like that?”

  “God, yes.” She spread her legs wider and let her head fall back. Her long strawberry blonde hair trailed down the side of the couch, almost touching the floor. Fuck, what a picture she made. Perfect. “Please, Ethan.”

  The sound of his name on her lips made him growl and kiss her hard. She didn’t shy away. If anything, she demanded more. Gave more. He deepened the kiss, his blood pounding ferociously through his veins. As he plundered her mouth with his, he reached down and ripped her panties off. The sound of shredding fabric barely registered with him before he was sliding a finger inside of her.

  She was so fucking warm and wet and tight. So goddamn tight.

  He pressed his thumb against her clit and moved his finger inside of her, grunting when she cried out into his mouth and raised her hips. She grabbed his shirt and fumbled with the top button, and he arched his neck to help her. Once she got the top button undone, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her and then thrust again, harder. Faster.

  With his free hand, he clenched her hip, his fingers biting into her skin. For a second, he thought he might be too rough with her, holding her too tightly, but she wrapped her leg around his waist, dug her heel into his ass, and hauled him even closer.

  Suddenly, she pulled away from his mouth and lifted her hips higher. “Taste me.”

  “W-What?” He pulled back, his eyes on her. She looked like a goddess right now, all flushed and flustered and hot. He lowered himself down her body just a tiny bit.

  She finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Taste me, please. And lose the shirt.”

  He shrugged out of the clothing. “Better?”

  Her gaze skimmed over him, darkening with desire. Some small part of him had been afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw. Some insecure, long-dead part of him. But she reached out and touched the tribal tattoo he’d recently gotten on his chest. He’d wanted one for years, but it had taken that long to find the perfect design. She traced it with her fingers, barely grazing his skin. “Much better.”

  He yanked her down so her hips rested close to the edge of the couch, then slowly ran his hand up her thighs, watching the way his fingers smoothed over her flawless thighs. He closed his hands over the hem of her dress. “Lift up your arms.”

  She raised her arms and let him pull her dress over her head, baring her beauty for him. He feasted his eyes on her, easily removing her bra with a flick of his wrist. Once she was naked, he sank to his knees between her thighs. She was flawless. Perfect.

  The pink lips of her pussy begged to be touched, the wetness that glistened on her shaven skin showing him how badly she wanted him. Holy fuck, he needed his lips on her now. He slowly lowered his head and bit the soft flesh of her thigh just hard enough to sting, then licked the love bite.

  She quivered and dug her hands into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp. He moved higher, tasting her again. He repeated the movement again and again until he reached her pussy, then closed his mouth over her clit. He swirled his tongue in circles, and her legs shook.

  He pressed harder against her, thrusting a finger inside of her as he went down on her. The more she squirmed, the hotter he got. But he was determined to taste her as she came, her sweet juices coating his tongue.

  When her legs tightened on his head, and she stiffened, he sucked harder. Her entire body shuddered, and she froze. Her back arched, and her eyes closed. As she pulsated around his finger, he ripped his pants button open. He’d barely unzipped his khakis before she was sitting up, kissing him.

  Within seconds, she shoved him back and climbed on top of him, her hands moving over every inch of his body she could reach. He fastened his hands on her hips and pulled her warmth down against his cock. She tossed her head back, her graceful neck curving perfectly, and dug her nails into his pecs.

  Fuck, she was even hotter on top. She looked down at him, her smoky green gaze heated, determined. “Do you have a condom, or should I go get one?”

  “Left pocket.” She slid her hand in his pocket, easily finding the foil packet. Once she retrieved it, he held his palm out. “Give it to me.”

  Instead of handing it over, she slithered down his body, running her hands down his pecs, over his abs, then to the waistband of his pants. “No.”

  After making quick work of removing them, she lowered her face to his aching cock. Within moments, her tongue was on him, and her mouth closed around his length, sucking gently. He hissed and tensed, not wanting to come in her mouth. Hell no.

  He needed to be buried so deeply in her sweet pussy he forgot anything else existed. But her warm, wet mouth on his pulsing cock felt fucking amazing. Too much so to pull her off and stop it. He arched his hips slightly, going even deeper down her throat. She moaned and took him in without hesitation.

  His beautiful, shy Ashley from high school had learned some fucking skills since he’d run away from her.

  Idiot. We could have been doing this all along.

  When she rolled her tongue over him, swirling and sucking, he squeezed his eyes shut. His balls were getting tighter and tighter, and his control was getting more fragile by the second.

  “Shit,” he muttered be
fore he hauled her up and kissed her, open-mouthed and hot. As his lips moved over hers, he snatched the condom out of her hand and ripped it open, rolling it onto his dick. Once it was secured, he pressed her onto her back and moved between her thighs. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the sofa above her head.

  He snaked his hand under her ass, palming her perfect, smooth skin. She fit inside his hand to perfection, and he slapped her gently, unable to resist. She whimpered and shifted in his arms. “Again.”

  He couldn’t believe it. Most women shied away when he played a little rough, but here was his Ashley, begging for more. He hit her again, a little bit harder. He watched, mesmerized as her pale skin flushed with life. Then he did it another time. She cried out and pushed up against him, thrusting her pussy against his aching cock.

  He ran his fingers over her butt, smacking it one more time, harder than before. She moaned and wiggled against him, her entire body practically vibrating.

  When he gripped her hips and positioned himself at her entrance, she panted rapidly and said, “Yes. Please.”

  He didn’t waste any more time. Fuck no. He thrust inside of her all the way, burying himself completely inside her sweet pussy. She shrieked and dragged her nails down the fabric of the couch, pulsating around him.

  She was hotter and wetter than any other woman he’d ever known.

  He withdrew, swirled his cock around her entrance, making sure to brush against her clit as he did so, then thrust inside of her again. He repeated this gesture so many fucking times he lost count, stopping only when she started cursing him out and begging and crying for release. As he moved inside of her, gripping her hips to hold her in place, she grew tighter and tighter until she finally came again, clenching down on him as he spurted inside of her, the force of the pleasure taking all coherent thought away.

  He bit down on her shoulder, holding back the words trying to escape. He knew if he talked now, he’d only fuck it up. Knew he’d stutter or worse—say something about how long he’d waited for this… Or how much he’d always wanted her.

  After he caught his breath, he withdrew from her and stood, heading for what appeared to be the bathroom. By the time he cleaned up, regained control of himself, and came back out, she was in a silk robe, daintily perched on the edge of the couch with her chin up in the air—looking for all the world as if she hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked.

  The only thing that gave her away was the messy hair and swollen lips—and maybe his handprints on her ass, but he couldn’t see those.

  She looked up at him, her eyes uncertain. “Uh…that was…wow.”

  “Wow?” He rubbed the back of his neck, standing in front of her completely naked and trying to look as calm as she did. It also gave him time to form his words, because right now? He needed all the help he could get in that department. “Yeah. I think that covers it.”

  Her gaze skimmed down his body, lingering on his dick. “Want to stay the night? We did agree to one night, after all. I don’t see the sun yet.”

  Yeah. He really did. But that’s why he shouldn’t.

  For her, this had been a one-night thing with a guy she used to be friends with. She’d said as much back at the bar. Hell, he’d even agreed to those terms, but with her, it was never that simple. For the first time ever, he actually wanted to stay overnight with a woman.

  And that wasn’t acceptable. No attachments. No feelings. No over-nighters.

  Those were just three of his rules he was already trying to make excuses to break, and he’d only been with her a couple of hours. What would happen if he spent the whole night in her arms?

  He was leaving town in just a few days to return to his life. A life that he loved a hell of a lot more than being here in this tortured fucking town. He bent down and picked up his boxers. “Nah. I think I’ll head back to my mom’s house. I don’t do the whole overnight scene. It complicates things.”

  “Oh.” She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. “Okay.”

  She looked disappointed. He almost took it back. Almost said he would stay. But then he came to his senses. Getting attached was a bad idea. Getting attached meant making life compromises that he didn’t want to make. He was never, ever returning to this town.

  But still…

  He couldn’t walk away without at least trying to see her again. This was Ashley.

  Maybe he could put the ball in her court. If she wanted to stick with their one-night plan, then so be it. He’d honor their agreement. But if she was interested in a little bit more? He’d be there, too. Whatever she wanted from him over the next few days were wide open.

  But only the next few days.

  And only after they took the rest of the night apart to think on it.

  Bending over, he stepped into his boxers, then his pants. As he shrugged into his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, he took a deep breath and faced her again. “Do you want to meet up for bowling tomorrow night? Last I remember, we were tied for the championship.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “You have no-holds-barred sex with me and then you want me to go bowling with you? Seriously?”

  “Sure.” The pure surprise in her eyes made his mouth twitch into a smile. She acted as if he asked her to go murder someone with him for sport or some shit like that. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”

  She eyed him. “So you disappear for years, and now you want to go bowling with me like nothing ever happened?”

  “I’m not ignoring what I did, or how much of an asshole I w-was.” He met her eyes and broke off, taking a second to collect his thoughts. There it was again. The fucking stutter he despised so much. “But I missed you. I always wished I could have another chance at being your friend. If you’ll let me…I’d like to try to make it up to you.”

  She sat up and lifted her knees in front of her; her bare legs, long and lean, showing from top to bottom. He remembered how she’d wrapped them around his waist. It took all of his control to not grab her and haul her back to her bedroom for an all-night sex marathon.

  Stay in control. Don’t lose yourself in this woman like you did back in high school.

  “I don’t usually do what we just did with my friends.” She lifted her chin into the air. “I do it with people I’m never going to see again.”

  Ah. His thoughts precisely. But still, it stung.

  He inclined his head. “Me, too. But even so, if you’re interested…I’ll be at the bowling alley at eight.” He hesitated at the door. “Thank you for tonight. It was amazing. Everything I’d dreamed it would be and more.”

  She pressed her lips together, seeming to hold herself back from saying something. Then, “I didn’t know you imagined it at all.”

  He cocked a brow and gave her a once-over, memorizing the way her hip curved just right and the long length of her thighs. The way she looked at him, with her green eyes shining, yet skeptical. “Everyone knew.”

  Pulling the door open, he shut it behind him and walked down the pathway and onto the crowded sidewalk.

  Chapter Four

  Ashley flopped back on the couch, blinking into the empty living room. If she wasn’t sore between her thighs and favoring her right ass cheek, she’d swear she just imagined that whole thing with Ethan. Because that made a lot more sense than believing that her nerdy friend from high school had just given her the best sex of her life…and then ran away again.

  He had a thing with running.

  She’d known that back when they were kids. But he’d changed so freaking much, she’d thought maybe that annoying personality quirk had changed, too. But apparently not. Some things never changed.

  But the Ethan that had been here, the one who knew exactly what to do with her body, had been amazing. So thrilling and confident and sexy. Everything she wanted in a lover and more. Well, minus the whole running thing.

  But she could accept it about him.

  He hated Rehoboth and pretty much all of the people in it. He obviously hated spending too much tim
e here as well. She could tell he wouldn’t look back once he left. And he was a bachelor who seemed quite content to stay that way for the rest of his life.

  It’s who he was.

  She was the type of girl who liked no-strings-attached fun, and he was leaving in a few days. Then he’d go back to his life in California, and she would stay here and do her residency at the quaint, local hospital with a smile on her face the whole time because her mom needed her here. And it’s what her dad would have wanted for her to do.

  That’s who she was.

  She wasn’t looking for forever, and neither was he. It was a perfect, carefree match made in temporary heaven. She’d go to the bowling alley tomorrow night. She’d dress to kill, flirt, smile, and reel him in. And this time, he wouldn’t run away afterwards.

  She’d make it perfectly clear that she was okay with him leaving. More than okay. This was all about the fabulous sex, and she wanted more of it.

  Tomorrow night, she’d go hunting. And she’d catch herself some hot, prone-to-flight, temporary, but intense fun.

  She rolled over onto her stomach and picked up her phone, sending a quick text to Rhiannon. Home and feeling much better.

  It took all of three seconds for her phone to ring. Ashley grinned and answered it. “Happy New Year.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Happy New Year” Rhiannon said. “Did you get laid?”

  “Oh yeah. Very much so. He rocked my world. And then he took off after thanking me.”

  “Sounds like your kind of guy.” Rhiannon laughed. “You enjoy the wham, bam, thank you ma’am variety.”

  “I do.” Ashley twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. “He’s always been a runner, so I had a feeling it would happen. I think he sleeps with a pair of running shoes on just in case.”

  Rhiannon hooted with laughter. “Oh my God, can you imagine?”

  “Actually, I totally can.” Ashley hesitated. “But then he broke character and asked me to go bowling with him tomorrow night.”

  “Bowling?” Rhiannon snorted. “You’re not going to go…are you? That sounds like a bad idea. It sounds like a date.”