Not the Marrying Kind

by Jae

  Sasha pulled her closer with one hand in the small of her back and deepened the kiss.

  Desire sparked in Ash’s belly. With a gasp, she broke the kiss, took Sasha’s hand, and pulled her up the stairs.

  Sasha’s normally steady hands shook as she unlocked the door. Then, as soon as she finally had it open, she kicked it shut behind them and pressed Ash against the wall next to it.

  The way Sasha kissed her neck made Ash weak in the knees. For the first time in her life, she considered just dropping the flowers Sasha carried onto the first available surface, without putting them in water. But maybe slowing things down would be good. She wanted to remember this night for the rest of her life, not have it end in a frenzy of messy passion.

  “Water,” she whispered, but it came out sounding more like a moan as Sasha nibbled the sensitive spot below her ear.

  Sasha lifted her lips off Ash’s skin. “Hmm? You thirsty?”

  “No.” The only need she felt was that for Sasha. “The flowers are.”

  “Oh.” Sasha stared at the bouquet in her hand as if she had forgotten she was still holding it. Then she strode over to her kitchenette and opened a cupboard.

  Ash drank in the confident way in which she moved. Then she blinked as she realized the thing Sasha was filling with water wasn’t a jug or a measuring cup. “You bought a vase.”

  Sasha smiled. “Looks like I’m spending too much time with a certain florist.”

  “Not possible.”

  Sasha put the flowers into the water and blindly set the vase down on the nearest surface. Her intense gaze was on Ash. “No?”

  “No. I want to spend more time with you.” Ash had rarely voiced her wants so openly, but her courage was immediately rewarded by the smile spreading over Sasha’s face.

  “I want that too. Starting with spending the next twenty-four hours in bed with you.”

  “Twenty-four hours?” Ash squeaked out. She’d never spent that much time in bed with anyone.

  Sasha nodded fiercely. “At least. Is there a problem with that?”

  “Um, well…” Ash could hardly think, especially not of a reason to ever leave Sasha’s arms. “Uh, I’m supposed to have lunch with my parents tomorrow.”

  “You could call them and tell them you’re passed out from pleasure and can’t move,” Sasha suggested.

  Her words and the heat in her eyes sent a bolt of desire straight to Ash’s core. “I think we should stop talking about my parents.”

  “Or stop talking period.” Sasha kissed her, hot and possessive. Without breaking the kiss, she maneuvered her backward, through the door to the bedroom and turned on the light.

  Somehow, Ash’s cardigan dropped to the floor, and the heat of Sasha’s hand radiated through the thin fabric of her dress.

  “How does this dress…?” Sasha murmured against her lips. Her hands swept up and down Ash’s back, then grazed the outer curves of her breasts, making her shiver. “Zipper?”

  Ash struggled to remember. “No. There’s a button.”

  Sasha found it. Then her lips were back on Ash’s.

  They broke the kiss just long enough for Sasha to pull the dress over Ash’s head. Sasha even managed to unclasp Ash’s bra while kissing her.

  Ash tried to take off her sandals, but one of the straps got tangled and refused to cooperate.

  Sasha knelt, opened the tiny buckles, and slid the sandals off her feet.

  Now Ash was naked except for her panties, while Sasha was still fully dressed. With anyone else, it would have made her feel much too vulnerable, but she trusted Sasha with her body and her heart.

  Still kneeling, Sasha peered up at Ash, her gaze full of admiration, then whispered a kiss onto her belly, right above the edge of her panties.

  Ash’s breath caught.

  Slowly, keeping eye contact, Sasha hooked her fingers into the sides of Ash’s panties and tugged them down over her hips. She leaned forward again and pressed a soft kiss to the curls at the juncture of Ash’s thighs.

  A breathless little gasp escaped Ash. She had to grip Sasha’s shoulders with both hands so she wouldn’t sink to the floor.

  When Sasha got to her feet, she slid up Ash’s body, leaving a trail of hot kisses until she reached her lips again. “God, you feel so good.” Sasha trailed her hands along her bare back and over her hips, pressing her closer.

  “I want to feel you too.”

  When Sasha reached for the buttons of her shirt, Ash nudged her fingers aside. “Let me.”

  Even though she was taller and stronger, Sasha allowed Ash to push her backward. When the backs of her legs collided with the bed, she sank down on the edge of it.

  Ash stepped between her legs and undid the bow tie but left it dangling around her neck for now. Slowly, she slid the suspenders off her strong shoulders. God, undressing a woman in a men’s suit was incredibly hot, especially since she vividly remembered every detail of the female body she’d find underneath.

  Sasha held still and watched her with an expression that made Ash’s skin tingle.

  Ash’s fingers shook with need as she knelt between Sasha’s thighs and tugged the hem of the shirt from Sasha’s dress pants. She slid the tie out from behind the shirt’s collar and opened the first button, then another. After each one, she paused to kiss every bit of skin she’d just laid bare. It felt as if she were unwrapping a much-anticipated gift. Finally, the shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the inner curve of her breasts, nestled into a surprisingly lacy bra.

  “God,” Ash whispered against Sasha’s skin. “You look like a model.”

  Sasha barked out a startled laugh. “Me? I’m not exactly tiny.”

  “That’s what makes you so beautiful. I’d buy whatever you’d model.”

  “You’d drown in it,” Sasha said, her voice husky.

  “I wouldn’t buy it for me. I’d enjoy dressing you in it—and then slowly taking it off you.” Wow. Ash barely recognized herself. She’d never talked like this to anyone.

  But Sasha’s groan and the passion in her eyes revealed that she thought it was hot.

  Despite all her talk about undressing Sasha, Ash paused. She wanted to look at her like this for a moment. After she had enjoyed the view for a while, she pulled the hair tie from Sasha’s braid, separated the strands, and ran her fingers through her soft hair. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

  Sasha leaned her head into the caresses. “Really?”

  “Mm-hmm. And this.” Ash slipped her hands inside the unbuttoned shirt and cupped Sasha’s breasts through her bra.

  “Oh God.” Sasha swayed backward and gently grasped Ash’s shoulders with both hands as if she needed to hold on so she wouldn’t collapse onto the bed. Her fingers slid restlessly over the nape of Ash’s neck, sending shivers through her.

  Ash leaned forward and pressed her lips to the slope of her left breast. Sasha’s heartbeat thudded beneath her mouth.

  Somehow, this felt very different from their night in Florida—just as good, but even more intimate. Ash hadn’t thought that possible.

  Through the silky material of the bra, she stroked her thumbs over Sasha’s rock-hard nipples and delighted in the drawn-out moan that pulled from Sasha’s chest. Slowly, she pushed the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms until the cuffs caught at her wrists, basically tying her hands to her sides.

  Erotic possibilities danced through Ash’s mind. She’d never been one to experiment, but the thought of Sasha writhing helplessly beneath her made her gasp for breath.

  But not tonight. Tonight, she wanted both of them free to touch.

  She removed the cuff links, set them on the bedside table, and slid the sleeves off Sasha’s wrists.

  Sasha’s hands were on her the second they were freed. She tangled her fingers in Ash’s hair and guide
d her mouth to hers for a passionate kiss.

  Ash could feel Sasha’s heat pressing against her belly through the fabric of her pants. She moaned into their kiss. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to feel more of her against her. She reached around Sasha and managed to unhook her bra with only minimal fumbling.

  The bra straps slid down Sasha’s arms, revealing firm breasts and creamy skin that Ash immediately wanted to taste. She reached between them, eager to have every obstacle separating them gone. With trembling fingers, she unbuckled Sasha’s belt and unbuttoned her dress pants. The rasp of the zipper as she drew it down was louder than the sound of her elevated breathing.

  Sasha kicked off her shoes and somehow managed to get rid of her socks. She let herself fall back onto the bed and arched her hips off it so Ash could tug off her pants and the pair of lacy panties she wore beneath.

  God, sexy panties beneath a men’s suit… It was as unexpected as it was hot.

  Then Sasha lay naked before her, legs dangling off the bed. The sight of Sasha’s body, powerful yet vulnerable at the same time, robbed Ash of breath. Still kneeling before her, Ash put both hands on Sasha’s thighs so she wouldn’t topple over. “Sasha,” she whispered. “I…I want…”

  “Anything,” Sasha answered without hesitation. “Anything you want. Just tell me.”

  A mix of embarrassment and desire warmed Ash’s cheeks. “I want to make love to you.” She struggled to hold Sasha’s gaze and added more quietly, “With my mouth.”

  Sasha shuddered as if Ash were already touching her. “God, yes. I want that too.”

  “But I…I’ve never done that before.” Embarrassment won out for a second, and she stared at the sheets next to Sasha’s head.

  “You…wow. Never?”

  Still not looking at her, Ash shook her head.

  Sasha sat up. She took both of Ash’s hands and tugged her onto the bed until they were lying side by side, not yet touching. She trailed her fingertips over Ash’s flushed cheek. “You don’t have to.”

  Ash flicked her gaze to Sasha’s face. “I want to. I wanted to in Florida, but I wasn’t sure you’d let me.”

  “Let you?” Sasha let out a disbelieving laugh. “Just the thought of you… Jesus!” She kissed her with so much passion that Ash felt as if she’d catch on fire. “But I’m still glad we waited,” she murmured when they came up for air. “Because now that it won’t just be a quick slice of pizza, it’s going to be so much better.”

  Ash’s embarrassment retreated. Sasha talked so openly about her wants and needs that she dared to do the same. She cupped Sasha’s face between her hands. “It’s not going to be quick at all. I want to kiss and caress and taste every inch of you.”

  A long groan wrenched from Sasha’s throat. “God, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

  “No. I’m going to love you.” The words hung between them, more meaningful than Ash had intended, but she refused to take them back—or to linger on what they meant. That could wait until later. Much later.

  She urged Sasha onto her back, leaned over her on one elbow, and kissed her slowly. God, this might be her favorite thing in the whole world.

  Sasha moaned into her mouth and pulled her down more fully until their bodies touched all along their lengths, bare skin against bare skin.

  Ash gasped for breath and then used the moment her lips left Sasha’s to slide a little lower and press her mouth to her throat. So lovely. She nuzzled the side of her neck, then tried an experimental lick.

  Sasha’s hands came up, and she raked her fingers through Ash’s hair, just stroking, not stopping or guiding her. She seemed content to let Ash explore at her own pace, and Ash took full advantage.

  She trailed her lips over the arc of her ribs, smiling as Sasha squirmed, and then nibbled the undersides of her breasts. Gently, she kissed each nipple, which immediately hardened against her lips. Beautiful. She could spend a lifetime worshipping Sasha’s breasts. Experimentally, she flattened her tongue and swiped it across the taut nipple.

  Sasha arched her back, pressing herself against Ash’s mouth.

  With a freedom she’d never had before, Ash tested her reaction to quick flicks, languid circles, and gentle nips.

  Sasha seemed to like it all. Her breathing grew rough, and she pressed Ash against herself with both hands.

  Ash placed one last kiss on Sasha’s breast before sliding down her body. She trailed lingering kisses down Sasha’s quivering stomach, alternating with licks and nibbles. Her taste, her scent, the softness of her skin, and the low sounds coming from Sasha made Ash’s senses come alive.

  Sasha restlessly stroked Ash’s shoulders. When Ash kissed the curve of her hip, Sasha bucked beneath her and let out a long groan. “God, you’re making me crazy.”

  Ash lifted her head and looked up into Sasha’s flushed face.

  Their gazes locked, Sasha’s full of smoldering desire. She lay before Ash, completely open, willing to trust her with her body—and maybe her heart. Naked need darted across her face. Need for Ash.

  The sight took her breath away. She hadn’t thought it possible to feel such a mix of tenderness and burning desire at the same time.

  When Ash slid even lower, Sasha parted her legs farther, opening herself to Ash’s touch.

  Ash nestled herself between her strong legs and pressed her cheek to the inside of Sasha’s thigh.

  God, how silky her skin was. She rubbed her face against it like a cat and pressed a soft kiss to the pale skin where Sasha’s hip and leg met.

  A shudder ran through Sasha’s body.

  Ash touched the neatly trimmed dark curls with trembling fingers and parted her gently.

  The musky scent of Sasha’s arousal drifted up, and Ash inhaled it deeply. She held herself very still for several seconds, hovering over Sasha. Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m about to—

  “Please.” Sasha twitched and writhed beneath her. “Ash…”

  The desperate plea in her tone swept away the last of Ash’s hesitation. She wanted to give Sasha everything she needed.

  She slid one hand up onto Sasha’s stomach, anchoring them both, then lowered her head and touched her tongue to Sasha’s swollen folds.

  Sasha groaned deep in her throat and lifted her hips toward Ash’s mouth.

  Ash stroked her, first tentatively, then, encouraged by Sasha’s gasps and moans, more boldly.

  It felt so good to be able to give Sasha pleasure. She dipped deeper into Sasha’s wetness. The salty-sweet taste of her went straight to her head like a delicious wine.

  “God, Ash. Oh, that’s so good.” Sasha slid one leg over Ash’s shoulder and cupped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her closer.

  With that, Ash let go of her insecurities and experimentally rolled her tongue over the tip of Sasha’s clit.

  “Ah!” Sasha bucked against her mouth. Her legs wrapped around Ash more tightly.

  Ash reached up with her free hand, blindly found Sasha’s fingers, and entwined them with her own as she continued to caress her with her lips and her tongue.

  All too soon, Sasha’s thighs started to tremble against her. “Ash. Ashley.”

  Ash looked up, needing to connect with her. The sight before her made her head swim. She’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  Sasha’s head thrashed against the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were open, watching Ash move between her legs.

  The look of total abandon on Sasha’s face sent a rush of desire to Ash’s core. She loved the way Sasha wasn’t afraid to give herself over to pleasure.

  Caressing Sasha’s heaving belly with one hand, Ash lowered her head back down and closed her lips over Sasha’s clit.

  A raw cry resembling Ash’s name tore from Sasha’s chest. Her fingers tightened in her hair, and her belly mus
cles contracted beneath Ash’s palm as she came against her mouth.

  Ash held very still and tenderly stroked her belly until Sasha’s legs relaxed and her grip on Ash’s hair gentled to a caress.

  “Jesus, Ash,” Sasha whispered, her voice hoarse from panting. She tugged on the hand that was still entwined with her own. “Come up here.”

  After one last gentle kiss to Sasha’s sensitive flesh, Ash eased her lips away, wiped her mouth, and slid up Sasha’s body until she was in her arms.

  Sasha cradled her face between her palms with a tenderness that nearly made Ash cry. “You really are going to kill me if this is what your very first time is like.”

  “Really?” Ash’s cheeks flushed, more with pride than with embarrassment.

  “Really.” A devilish glint entered Sasha’s dark eyes. “Well, if you still aren’t sure how good you just made me feel, how about I do the same to you and then we compare notes?” Without waiting for Ash’s reply, Sasha rolled them around until she was on top. “Okay?”

  “Okay,” Ash breathed out.

  Then Sasha’s lips were on hers, and all Ash could do was hang on and try not to come on the spot as Sasha kissed her and caressed her, reverently and yet full of urgency at the same time.

  She worshipped Ash’s breasts for what seemed like an eternity—massaging, nibbling, sucking—until Ash was a quivering, moaning bundle of need. Her skin burned everywhere Sasha touched. She rubbed herself against Sasha’s muscular thigh. “Can you…touch me? Please.”

  “Touch you where?” Sasha asked with a smile. “Here?” She kissed her breast once more, then a spot just above Ash’s belly button. “Here?”

  Ash weakly lifted her head off the bed. “Yes. No.”

  “No? Then maybe…here?” Sasha slid down her body. She gently nudged Ash’s legs apart with her broad shoulders. Her hair tickled the sensitive skin of Ash’s inner thighs, nearly driving her mad with anticipation.