Ashton:
He didn’t bother letting me walk; frankly, I was getting used to this man toting me around. So, when he wrapped my legs around him and got out, letting the cold air hit my ass as he packed me inside, I didn’t argue; I just let my tongue roam his much more experienced lips, pushing my body closer against him. My fingers ran through his soft hair, his hands had a death grip on my a.s.s, and I groaned when my back hit the wall of his room.
The ripping of my dress from the back had me that much more desperate for him. This is what I wanted, what I needed.
“God damn, angel.” He rumbled deep in my chest, letting his mouth roam.
“Arden, Plea—” Before I could begin to describe how badly I needed him inside of me, he slammed me onto the couch, stripping me of everything but my heels
