Page 86 of Smokey's Distraction
“Lose the towel and get over here. I want you on your back with your legs spread.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Are you changing your mind?” he said, pushing away from the headboard.
Ashley clucked her tongue while shaking her head. “No. It’s just that you’re so damn bossy. Do you everask?”
Chuckling, the fine lines around his mouth deepened. “From the way you’re staring at me, I’m gonna go out on a damn limb and say you like it. As far as asking you, I thought we settled that a while back. So what’s the problem?”
She shifted from foot to foot. “I don’t know. Maybe I don’t like being treated like a slut.”
In a flash, he was in front of her, tugging her into his arms. Leaning into him, she rested her cheek against his smooth, solid chest.
“Don’teverthink that. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. We’ve wanted each other since that first night at Blue’s Belly, so I can’t help it if I’m more than eager to fuck you.”
Laughing, she titled her head back. “One thing’s for sure—I can’t accuse you of throwing me corny, bullshit lines. You tell it like it is.”
“Damn straight, woman. We want each other. There’s no reason to be shy or embarrassed in admitting that.”
She ran a fingertip against his scruff. “I’m not.”
Snuggling into him, she inhaled the intoxicating scent that was Smokey: green bergamot, woody patchouli, and worn leather.
“You smell good,” she murmured.
“So do you.”
Tipping her head up with his finger under her chin, he kissed her, hard and demanding, sending sparks of pleasure to every nerve in her body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, their tongues and lips tasted and probed, dancing in and out. Smokey ran his hands down her back and rested them on her ass, pressing his hard erection against her.
Moaning, her hands dropped to his back, her fingers digging into his hard muscle. Smokey’s mouth continued to devour hers as he tugged away the towel, letting it fall to the floor.
In one fluid movement, he swept her off her feet and carried her toward the bed. With their lips still pressed together, he lowered her onto the mattress and broke away.
“Fuck, Ashley.” His gaze slid over her naked body. “You’re gorgeous.”
Feeling vulnerable, she gripped the edge of the comforter and pulled it over her.
Removing his boots and socks, a wicked smile curled his lips. “There’s no reason to be shy, darlin’. Now, throw off the covers and spread those sweet thighs so I can stare at your pretty pussy while I undress.”
Her heart stammered as she slowly pushed away the material. “I’m just not used to a man being sodetailedabout what he wants.”
Smokey frowned. “What kind of pansy-asses have you hooked up with?”
“They were okay, just not so …explicit.”
The sound of his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor made her jump. “This is who I am, and I guarantee you’re never gonna describe our fucking as ‘okay.’ Now, show me your pussy.”
She bent her knees and parted her legs.
“Wider.”
“You’re a persistent SOB.”
He chuckled. “I know, and it always pays off.”
She spread them farther apart. “Satisfied?”
Lust smoldered in his eyes. “Fuck yeah. Hell, woman, you’re stunning.” Unzipping his jeans, his gaze never strayed from the juncture of her splayed thighs.
