Affairs & Atonements by Clarissa Cartharn

But all he could feel was the heat her touch had fired through his veins.
    He bent lower down to her, breathing in the scent of her flesh in the curve of her neck. Her hands travelled up his rib cage and he grew hard from wanting her.
    “Ashton, stop…,” she rasped, her eyes captivated by his.
    “Say please,” he whispered against her lips.
    He lowered his head down and kissed her neck daintily. She pulled in a sharp breath, her fingers clenched, biting into his flesh.
    His arousal stirred and he desperately needed her for some relief. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her roughly against him, pressing himself hard into her. She moaned and her sound burst his walls of restraint. His mouth caught the flesh of her neck, sucking it, nipping it; tasting it.
    Euphoria swept over him as if he had been starved of taste for eleven years. He had been hunting her, searching for her- just to have this.
    She writhed in his arms, her hands wrapped tightly around his back, pulling him into her.
    He cupped her buttocks, his fingers desperate for the feel of her between her legs. And when he found her core, he pushed them deep into her through the thickness of her jeans. She bucked, her body arching into him.
    He dragged her head back to him, his other hand roughly grasping her hair as he brought her mouth to meet his.
    Christy felt her body grow limp, her cream now wet and dripping against her panties. She was helpless and completely at his mercy, unsure of what to deal with first; the fingers penetrating the hole between her folds, or the tongue that daringly pushed forward into her mouth, teasing it, taunting it.
    He picked her up easily, carrying her at his hips. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, her lips still locked onto him, her tongue slithering into his mouth, fighting back.
    He positioned her carefully so his hard arousal immediately met her moist slit and then began rocking against her. She let out a soft cry, her heart racing against her chest walls, her leg spread wider to get a better feel of his hot length inside her.
    His mouth trailed wet kisses wildly down to her bosom. His fingers tugged at her shirt, trying to prop them out of her jeans, eager to feel the warmth of her naked skin against him.
    She caught a reflection of their wild entwined bodies in the mirror across her and she grew hotter with desire.
    Just a little more, she thought. One more minute won’t hurt.
    “Christy.” His voice pierced into her thoughts. “I wanted you so bad. You don’t know what torture you put me through these past three days.”
    Three days…, she repeated in her head. Had it been three days already? All she could remember was how she had almost dropped when she had first seen him in that coffee shop. He still wielded power over her just as he did when she was young. She had thought that she had been long over him, but the moment she had spotted him through the window of the coffee shop, her body had frozen. She had to take a stroll into town in a desperate attempt to muster courage to face him. And she thought she had until she stepped into that coffee shop. He had immediately taken her breath again… like he was doing now.
    “Ashton,” she said aloud. “Ashton, we need to stop.”
    He didn’t hear her, tugging the ends of her shirt, his hands weaving its way under it.
    She caught her breath, her heart racing madly as she felt the hard tip of his cock press against her sensitive clitoris. She bit her lip hard, trying to prevent a cry from escaping her.
    “Ashton.” She trembled. “Stop… please.”
    She caught his hands before they could find their way to her breasts and pulled them away.
    He looked up at her confusedly, his eyes still drunk with passion.
    She slithered her legs down his body and he stepped back to give her room.
    “What’s wrong, Christy?” he asked, his voice heavy with concern.
    “Everything’s wrong.” She moved away from him. She needed to put some space between them. His nearness