Ashton:
This time, he carried me over the threshold of our island home as my husband. Our lips were pressed together in a heated hunger for more of the other as he carried me through the hall, unzipping my dress with every step, sitting me on my feet only long enough to get me out of the dress. I was on my back on the bed in nothing but my white lingerie and heels, breathless and wet.
He loosened the bow tie from his neck, unbuttoned enough buttons that his muscular chest peaked through, rolled his shirt to his elbows and then walked closer like a stalker in the dead of night. He was looking for someone to prey on, and I was lucky to catch his eye.
"You're already wet for me." His eyes were glued between my thighs that closed from his gaze, seeking friction from the heat he burned me wi
