ASHFORD (Gray Wolf Security #5) by Glenna Sinclair

muscular arms wrapped around me. He kissed me, the acid of the strawberries and the sweet of the whip cream mixed on his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing myself against his semi-erect cock, loving the way it felt pressed against my clit. In a second, his breathing changed and his hands began to slide down the length of my back.
    “You need to get out more,” I said, as I pulled back, running my hands over his face. “You have to go to South by Southwest at least once in your life.”
    He pressed his mouth to my throat. “I have other things on my mind.”
    “When we’re done here, then.”
    “We’ll talk about it then.”
    I sighed, pressing my hands against his shoulders as he worked his way down my chest. His mouth was warm and sticky, his tongue an expert at seduction. And he couldn’t seem to get enough of me, of my body.
    I lifted his face to mine again, stealing another kiss. I could live right there, right in that moment. The feel of his lips on mine, the strength of his arms tightening around me. I wanted to be here, like this, for the rest of my life.
    Was it possible to feel so secure and so wanted all at once? Was it possible to need something so much that I craved the next touch even as I was enjoying the current one?
    “I can’t believe you’re from Texas,” he suddenly said, breaking the kiss.
    I laughed. “Why? Don’t I look like a Texan?”
    “No. Not really. But what does a Texan look like?”
    “Good question.”
    He studied my face. “And from Fredericksburg. You were like my next door neighbor.”
    “Maybe it was fate.”
    His eyebrows rose, and tension swarmed to his shoulders. He pressed his face against my shoulder, but he didn’t say anything else. I didn’t need him to tell me what he was thinking. He was thinking about the girl whose picture was in his drawer, the girl he loved. He was thinking about the betrayal he was committing on her by being here with me.
    It broke my heart.
    I kissed the top of his head, sliding my hips against his again.
    He lifted me off his lap and set me beside him, as if I was an annoying child getting in his way.
    “Can I ask about her?”
    He shook his head without looking at me.
    “I’m sorry. I guess that would be a little weird.”
    He didn’t answer again.
    I began gathering the food we’d been sharing, loading up the tray and lifting it as I uncurled my legs, intent on taking it away. He touched my back, and then he was pulling the tray from my hands, setting it on the nightstand before pulling me onto the bed with him again. He was so strong, so much bigger than I was, that it didn’t take much for him to tuck my body along the length of his. He studied my face, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. But then he was kissing me, and I was responding, curling into him, because it was all I wanted.
    I didn’t care what he had to give me. All I cared about was the fact that he was willing to give me this little bit. It was enough to have any part of him, no matter how small.
    We kissed again, the kisses hotter this time. And then he was inside of me, moving gently against me, touching me in places I’d never been touched before. I was not an innocent girl. I’d done what I’d had to do to make my way in life. But I’d never known a man like Ash. The way he looked at me…I’d never had a man actually see me when he looked at me. Most men saw what they wanted to see. The pleasure my body could provide for them. But Ash…he saw more than that.
    And the way he touched me…was this what it was like to really feel connected to another human being? Was this what love felt like?
    I wasn’t stupid enough to believe Ash was in love with me. But maybe I was just stupid enough to believe that I was in love with him.
    I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my hands against the small of his back, watching his face as pleasure danced where laughter had been just a few moments ago. I watched, as he closed his eyes and