Page 83 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Her eyebrows pinned together. “Did I forget something?”

“No, I did.”

She turned and closed the few feet that separated them. “What?”

She gasped when he grabbed her hips as quickly as he’d snagged the check at the diner and jerked her in between his spread, denim-covered thighs. Before her brain could make sense of what was happening, he slid his big hands around to her ass, cupping it firmly.

Her insides heated up and her heart did a flippity-flop.

“Ash,” she whispered as his intense gaze met hers.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, dropping his eyes to her parted lips next.

“It’s late.”

“Yeah.”

“I should go and get some sleep.”

“Yep.”

“So should you.”

“Got a strip club to close up in a coupla hours.”

“You have others to do that for you.”

“But wanna do this to youfirst.”

He released one ass cheek to hook a hand around her waist and keep her pinned against him. Then his lips swept over hers in one direction, then the other, before smashing their mouths together and driving his tongue inside.

Oh. Ooooooh! Yes!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her breasts into his leather-covered chest.

When he shifted, she could feel how hard he was against her. In response, her pussy pulsed and her breath caught with what was happening and the memory of that morning.

Her thoughts began to spin with the potential of what it might mean.

He could invite her back to his place.

They could go into the shop.

They could use the back seat of her car.

She didn’t care where, she just wanted to get naked with Ash again. She wanted to feel his skin against hers.

Experience that connection again.

She’d been nervous that morning, but after such a long day, she was too tired to be nervous standing there between his knees. She’d have nothing to lose and could just enjoy the experience. Maybe even try some different stuff, like he suggested, to figure out what turned her on.

Twisting his head, he broke the kiss. Then, with his nostrils flared and his chest pumping more quickly than normal, he dropped his head.

“Ash,” she whispered between her own panting breaths.

He only shook his head and lifted a palm, like he was fighting an internal battle.

When he finally lifted it, he mumbled, “Gotta go.”