Down to Ash (#Dirtysexygeeks Book 2)

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Authors: Melissa Blue
stop,” he said, understanding the plea perfectly. “You're so close. I can feel it. Oh, God. You're going to make me come.”
    Ash cried out as a shudder wracked through her—through them, because her reaction strummed into him. That tingle in his spine expanded, heated and skated up until his scalp felt like it was in a vise.
    “Ash,” he said, again and again.
    He was the one chanting her name this time. She just held him tight as their world shrunk, and it was only them. Sensations pounded into his every limb as he thrust harder, faster into her until he lost the rhythm.
    Her hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck. He was wrapped entirely in Ash—her scent, her moans, her pussy. She left nothing behind as her orgasm continued to flash hot and bright. A growl emitted from his throat as he came, and the only thing he could think to do was bite her—claim her in some way so she knew... What?
    He didn't fucking know. Nothing but being inside Ash made sense as he clutched her to him. Nothing else mattered.
    Turning his head, he took her mouth again, kissing her more deeply as his come spent inside her.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    ~Gamer Truth: Some prefer the games where the princess saves herself.~
 
    Ashley Hicks squinted at the clock next to her bed on the nightstand. One in the morning and Vic hadn't left yet. Not that she wanted him to—a first for her in a long time. She didn't invite many lovers to stay, but this was Vic. In her bed.
    He was drawing some kind of design on her bare back that left a trail of heat in its wake. Probably his name, as he was a I-licked-it-so-it's-mine kind of guy. That should have scared her, but she couldn't move, could barely breathe and she was more than fine with that feeling. Great sex was supposed to dumb you down if only for a little while.
    And she'd definitely pushed him to the edge just to see what it would be like to fall with him—had they landed yet? His fingertip brushed along a very sensitive spot between her ass and tailbone.
    She trembled as another aftershock clenched her womb. She pressed her face deeper into the pillow to hide the moan.
    Nope. Still falling.
    And he still wasn't talking.
    Gathering up some strength, she turned her head in his direction. The scowl had returned, yet he continued to draw on her back. She understood his need to touch her. She itched to cup his cheek, but that small gesture could break the moment. He'd leave her bed and that was the last thing she wanted.
    Ash pushed out a quiet breath and just took him in. The dim light in her room caught on the sharp slope of his eyes and cheekbones. His eyes, as always, were pitch black and serious. He'd let his hair grow out just a bit longer than his favorite crew cut. His tanned skin was smooth, covered in scars, tats, and peppered with fine, dark hairs on his chest, arms and legs.
    Details. None of them truly mattered because although Vic was in her bed, he was still untouchable.
    For years she'd tried to climb over the wall he'd constructed between them. Tonight had been no different. This time, though, she’d gotten to use her hands and mouth in an attempt to caress every inch and every scar on him—to know him in the physical way she craved. A way that he'd never allowed.
    When Ash had discovered the tattoo low on his torso, she’d had to pause. He'd inked his name, birthdate and his Social Security number on his skin. She knew the tat meant he'd not only thought of his death but planned for it.
    He was a dangerous man and she'd provoked him. To anyone else, his scowl was formidable and could probably make the average Joe shit a brick. Still here she was facing him down and not cowering.
    So...she was insane, impulsive, and would likely jump his bones again before he began to torture himself with the fact he'd slept with his best friend's sister. She finally knew his taste, the sound of his groans and, fuck, the curve of his jawline against her palm. The heat of his mouth as he

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