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He settles against the bench seat, looking laid back without a care in the world. “Don’t have the courage, huh?” He’s purposefully baiting me. I know it, but my hackles rise anyway. If this isn’t outside my comfort zone, I don’t know what is.
But isn’t that the whole point? I meet his gaze head-on as I unbutton my jeans and slide down the zipper. His eyes darken and sizzle under hooded lids, and those too-kissable lips of his part the slightest bit. I dip my fingers underneath my panties, cheeks burning as I delve into the most private part of myself in the middle of the day in a restaurant.
This isn’t me, but it sure feels good to be whoever this girl is.
Especially when Ashton is looking at me the way he is now, with determination in his eyes. With undiluted want.
“Make yourself wet.” His voice is raspy with desire, and it shoots straight to my core.
“What if I already am?”
“How about I come over there and find out for myself?”
“Don’t you dare!” I swing my gaze around the restaurant, horrified at the thought of someone catching on to what’s going on underneath the table. If he moves to my side of the booth, we’ll only draw more attention.
“Then touch yourself like you mean it.” He leans closer, his hands forming two fists on top of the table. “Run your fingers over your clit until you can’t keep quiet.”
His gaze holds me captive as I stroke myself into a wet mess. Someone leaves the diner. Three more people enter. The waitress is zigzagging back and forth between the counter and the tables on the other side of the place. All the while, I try to keep my expression blank.
It isn’t easy, with the weight of his stare on me, and the pressure of my fingers on my clit.
“You planned this, didn’t you,” I accuse, and I know it’s true. I can see it in the smirk of his mouth. The satisfaction in his warm gaze. He picked this booth for the modicum of privacy it gives us from prying eyes.
“Maybe I did.”
My breathing grows choppy, and I chew on my lip to keep quiet. He shifts on the other side of the booth, and one hand disappears under the table.
“Am I making you hard?” The words are a wispy string of need rolling off my tongue.
“You have no idea, Sadie. Feel like crawling underneath any tables today?”
I bite back a smile, a bratty retort on my tongue, but the stroke of my fingers almost sends me over the edge. A moan strangles from my throat as my eyes drift shut.
“God, you’re breathtaking like this,” he says, the hoarseness of his voice bringing my lids up. “Sadie, stop. I don’t want you to come yet.”
Part of me wants to argue with him, but the other part of me is grateful he’s not pushing it. Much longer, and I’m sure we’d get caught. As if on cue, the waitress heads in our direction, two plates in her hands, just as I’m pulling my hand out of my pants. I cross my arms over my waist to hide my unbuttoned jeans.
But there’s no need for me to worry. She only has eyes for Ash as she sets our plates down.
“Can I get you anything else?”
Ashton darts a glance in my direction, and I swear I can read his mind, can tell exactly what he wants.
His cock in my mouth, pronto.
“We’re good,” he mumbles.
She leaves us be, and the silence that follows is maddening. Neither of us touch our food.
“Sadie,” he says, breaking the stalemate. “I want a taste.”
My eyes go wide, and he completely shatters the tension with his deep laugh. “Chill out, Sawyer. I’m not gonna crawl under the table.” He reaches out an arm. “Give me your hand.”
I inch my trembling fingers toward his, and he grabs hold of my hand before closing his lips around my wet digits. I’m so drenched I could put out a fire. With slow strokes of his tongue, he licks my fingers clean. And I can hardly believe I’m sitting in a diner with Ashton as he licks the taste of me off my own damn fingers.
He lets go with a popping sound. “I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.” With that, he picks up his fork and digs into his pancakes.
Sadie
It’s pouring buckets by the time we pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex. We rush up the stairs, racing each other as our laughter rings through the air. I unlock the front door, and goosebumps break out on my skin. I tell myself it’s from the rain, and that’s part of the reason, but I’m way too aware of the sudden quiet between Ash and me.
A single moment can change everything. The sky from overcast to pouring. Laughter to dead silence. Easy-going fun to sexual tension. It was different when I was on the back of his bike. Of course, being so close to him affected me, but there were too many other stimulations to let this buzzing awareness take hold of my throat—cinching until I can hardly breathe.
The smell of the rain, the wind on my cheeks, the roar of his bike in my ears. Now all that’s left is him and me in a quiet apartment. I swallow hard as I turn up the heat.
“When’s Mandy supposed to be back?” he asks, peeling off his soaked jacket.
“Around five. We have a few hours.” I look up in time to watch him pull his T-shirt over his head. Letting my eyes wander down his ripped abs, I stall on the V low on his abdomen. Too many seconds sneak by, and when I bring my gaze back to his face, his lips are curved into a knowing smile.
“Like what you see?” he asks, unbuttoning his stonewashed jeans and lowering the zipper.
I’d have to be dead not to.
He slides all of that denim down his muscular thighs, exposing his hard cock.
“What are you doing?” Why does my voice come out so high-pitched? I’ve seen his cock before. For fuck’s sake, I’ve had it in my mouth.
“I’m undressing,” he says, kicking off his boots. He picks up his wet clothes and takes a step in my direction. “You need to do the same.”
“Why?”
“We’re going to take a shower to warm up while our clothes dry.”
“Oh,” I mumble, my cheeks flaming from my ineptness. It’s like the sight of him annihilates my brain cells.
“And you’re gonna suck my cock.”
Liquid desire floods the space between my thighs, but I ignore it, instead shooting him a vexed look. “Wow, Ash. Try asking next time.”
He closes the distance, and I hold my ground, even as he begins unbuttoning my flannel shirt. “Isn’t that the point of this, sweetheart? Your mouth needs more practice.” He pauses long enough to glance down at his erection. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my cock is happy to oblige.”
I smack his chest before retreating a step. “Jesus, you’re horrible,” I say, biting back a smile as I finish unhooking the buttons on my shirt. His dirty sense of humor is something I’ve secretly loved about him for years. I remove my clothes then clutch them to my chest, shivering. It’s chilly in the apartment, but that’s not the only reason I’m shaking like a leaf.
He takes my bundle of soiled clothing and leads the way to the compact laundry room off the tiny kitchen, where he throws our things in the dryer for a cycle. The machine has barely started tumbling when he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.
“Ashton!” I’m about to pound on his back and demand he let me down, but the sight of his naked ass grabs my attention. God, it should be criminal to look as good as he does. His back is a canvas of hard muscle and smooth skin tapering down to a toned ass. How in the hell did I manage to be around him all of these years and not know what he was hiding underneath his clothes?
Because I hadn’t wanted to know. Instead of following my heart, I followed my head and buried my attraction to him. Too many years as friends were at stake, and too many women came and went from his bed.
Turning a blind eye to Ashton Levine was pure self-preservation.