Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2) (21 page)

He skated his trembling hands from her waist up the plain of
her back and deftly unhooked the delicate fabric of her bra. Their eyes met and
gazes locked as the lacy straps slipped from her shoulders. Ashley lifted her
hands to clutch the cups to her breasts. His eyes were filled with longing and
her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

“Let me see you, Princess. I’ve been dreaming of this night
for a lifetime.” His words were her undoing.

She relinquished her hold of the bra and her body at the
same time. The soft sound of the garment hitting the floor was absorbed by the
sharp intake of Ryan’s breath. She could see the fire burning in his stare as
his nostrils flared slightly with want and passion. In the years since leaving
him, she had never seen that kind of passion replicated in any other man’s eyes
and had all but come to terms with the fact that she may go the rest of her
life without ever seeing it again.

“Holy fuck, beautiful.” She knew why he was smiling and she
grinned back at him.

“I’m assuming you like?” She teased.

“You got your nipples pierced too?” She watched as his eyes
drank in the sight of the small barbells that ran through her pale pink nubs.
“Christ, Ash, I-I don’t even know what to say. That’s so fucking hot. What
happened to the sweet, perfect, Princess I used to know?”

The smile on Ashley’s face faltered, replaced by the plastic
mask she was so used to wearing that it almost felt like it was a part of her.
“I’m sorry, Ash, I didn’t mean—”

“Stop talking, and start doing.” Ashley unbuttoned her jeans
and eased them down, revealing her lacy baby-blue thong.

“I see some things never change,” Ryan grinned moving closer,
fingering the lace sides of her thong. “Still like your bottoms to match your
tops, huh?” Her sexy smile was the only confirmation he needed.

Taking a final step into her, he closed the distance between
them and rested his hands around her narrow waist, practically able to encase
the entirety of her frame in his large hands. The pleasure he felt when she
shivered from his touch made him feel like a king for the first time in years.

Dipping his head forward, he pulled one of her adorned pink
nipples into his mouth, laving the hardened peak with the tip of his tongue.
Her nipples had always been highly sensitive but having his own piercings, he
knew that she was probably even more sensitive now. Pulling her tight peak into
his mouth, he used his thumb and index finger to stroke, pinch, and play with
the other one. Her body felt incredible under his touch, it was taking super
human restraint not to throw her down and devour her.

“Ahh, Ry, that feels so good. I love your mouth on me.”
Hearing his name fall from her lips in that sexy, dreamy state had his body
blazing with satisfaction and his mind churning with memories.
Stay in the
now, Baker, stay here. Don’t go back.
He switched to her other breast and
let his hand slowly start to travel south.
Keep things moving forward. Don’t
let your mind go back.

“Ryan, suck harder. I love the way your tongue feels on my
tits. Please!” He paused, his lips hovered over her puckered nipple, her use of
crude language washed over him, making him smile, making him even more aroused.
He briefly stared at the perfection before him and then greedily gave her what
she begged for. Her body trembled under his touch as he continued to lick and
fondle her magnificent breasts.

Red-hot flames of desire danced in her eyes as he stalked toward
her, backing her up until the edge of the bed knocked into the back of her
legs. “Lie down.” By the way her eyes widened and her sweet mouth formed a
perfect “o”, he could tell his rough command turned her on.

He kicked off his boots and unfastened his belt and his
jeans, pushing them to the floor before climbing onto the bed from the bottom
and wedging himself between her legs. He ran his hands from her ankles to her
thighs and stopped at the waistband of her barely there thong. His eyes moved
up her body. Every part of her was inviting, from her silky multicolored hair
to her bow shaped lips. His gaze settled on hers. The look of wild abandon was
gone only to be replaced with something else.

“God, Ash, you are so fucking beautiful. Seeing you like this…”
He closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. “I just never thought I would…”

How could he put into words what he was feeling? How sorry
he still was. How could he explain that he had spent every day of three years
working to get to where he was in that very second? Taking in a deep breath, he
decided it was time to tell her the truth.

“Ash-”

“Ryan,” Ashley interrupted his thoughts with her sexy words.
“I want you to touch me, to lick me, to suck me. I want you to talk dirty to me
and most of all, after all of this time, I want you in me. Can you give me
that?”

God, who was this woman? Was it the alcohol or something
that happened in the last three years that had made her so brazen?

He watched her for a quick second to see if her request was
in jest, but desire in her eyes was anything but funny. “Yeah, Princess,” He
growled, “I can give you everything you need.” His nose drifted across the silk
of her already flooded panties, and from below, his eyes met hers as he spoke.
“Mmm, I can smell your arousal, baby, and just like I remember, you smell
amazing.”

He pressed his thumbs under the scrap of lace that covered
her mound and tugged them off at lightning speed. “I’ve been dreaming of your
sweet pussy for a long time, Ash. The way you writhe beneath me when I lick
you, the way you grind yourself into my lips when I plunge my fingers deep
inside you and pull your clit between my teeth for a gentle nip just before you
come undone. Now, lie back and let me finally taste your luscious cunt, baby.”

His dirty words melted her and scared her in ways she
couldn’t describe—ways she refused to think about. Was it embarrassment or
self-preservation that caused her to snap her legs closed in that moment? She
had no idea, but as her body begged for her to give in, her mind screamed for
her to stop. She felt herself tense, the warring within her, tightening the
muscles of her legs as she brought them together.

“Uh uh, no way, Princess. You opened Pandora’s Box, there’s
no way to close it now.” His smile was sinful, delectable, and captivating and
his voice was infused with warmth and kindness. She knew in that moment that
she would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked her to and that
scared the shit out of her.

“Open those legs for me, Ashley.”

She melted into the mattress as her body won out against her
mind. Ryan’s warm breath sheathed the skin of her tender folds. He kissed up
her hips. “I’m gonna lick, suck, and devour you.” His thick finger stroked the
seam of her glistening sex and slid down to the warm opening that graciously
invited him in. His kisses reached her stomach, her breasts, her collar bones,
and then her ear before he whispered, “And when I’ve made you come around my
fingers and my tongue, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you and finally—
finally
—make
you mine.”

He added a second finger to the first and slowly slid them
in and out of her, using his thumb to stimulate the small bundle of nerves that
begged for his attention. Her moans told him exactly what he needed to know in
order to slate her desire.

HOW DID HE still know how to make
her body feel so damn good? As his tongue grazed the shell of her ear, his
thumb picked up speed and the pressure on her clit increased. The muscles in
her thighs tightened, shaking under the splendid pressure of her oncoming
climax. “Oh, Ryan, oh, that feels so amazing. Please…”

“Please what, Ashley?”

“Please, please don’t stop.” Ryan smashed his mouth to hers
in an all-consuming kiss as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Moaning,
Ashley bucked her hips off the mattress to meet each thrust of his thick
fingers. Her body quaked as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave
hitting the bluffs.

She could feel herself clenching around his fingers as he
milked every ripple of ecstasy from her hungry body, but still, she wanted
more. “Don’t look at me that way, Princess,” he said, as he eased his fingers
out of her body. “We aren’t done yet.”

“No,” she answered brazenly, “we aren’t.” She rubbed her
small hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders and flipped him on his
back. The surprised look on his face was priceless.

“This feels familiar,” he chuckled lifting his hands to palm
her breasts.

“So it does,” she quipped. He let out a groan when she
pressed her wet sex against his abdomen and sucked on his ear. “It’s my turn to
do some dirty talking and dirty doing…think you can handle it?” His eyes flared
at her direct challenge.

“Yeah, Princess, I think I can handle anything you dish
out.” His half grin had her giggling.

“We’ll see about that.”

Letting her hands lead the journey down his chiseled body,
she allowed her lips and her tongue to take frequent rest stops. His deep
groans fueled every kiss, while his gentle touches to her hair and her
shoulders revved her internal engine. His scent flooded her nose. It was
woodsy, masculine…and
Ryan.
He was the most beautiful package she had
ever laid her eyes on. Strong firm pecs, each topped with a golden brown disc
and pierced with a silver hoop. She squeezed her thighs together applying
slight pressure to her already sensitive clit. Pierced men turned her on, but
Ryan
pierced? She couldn’t hold in her purr-like noise as she flicked each ring with
her tongue before moving downward.

Slowing down when she reached his eight pack she took the
time to lavish his first tattoo—‘
Always In My Heart’
scrolled just below
his heart resting under his pec—with extra love and tenderness.

“I’ve always loved this tattoo,” she breathed as she kissed
it once more before moving on. She lowered her hand further, sighing as she
sank it underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Christ, Princess, your touch is like fucking magic.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “I can see that, one touch and look,
you’re hard as stone.” She pulled her hand from his briefs and slowly rid him
of the last physical barrier between them. “Seems I’m not the only one with
Lucky Charms, huh?” His wolfish grin made her laugh out loud. “What the hell
made you pierce your dick?”

“I got a Prince Albert four weeks before I came back to
Florida.” His voice grew softer. “I thought it would be a fun thing to share
with you.”

Memories of the days before life turned to shit still
plagued her thoughts and dreams but she refused to let them rule her conscious
mind. So she shoved them back in the metal lockbox she’d created specifically
for that reason and slammed down the lid. When she trained her stare back on
Ryan she could tell he had been watching her—waiting to see if she would talk,
bring up the past—but she wouldn’t. There was no going back.