Page 54 of Trusting Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #8)

He leans in and kisses me until the room becomes so hot that he’s reaching behind him to pull his shirt over his head. I don’t know if I can explain to you how sculpted this man is. Ash doesn’t even know how hot he is, which makes him even hotter.

“How far do you want to go?” he asks, pulling me from my stupor.

My mouth snaps shut, and I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

He goes for his pants next, but his fingers pause on the button.

Reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from his hands to meet his gaze. If I stopped him right now, he would accept it. He’s so kind and safe. I may never understand what he sees in me, but I will forever be grateful for it. He’s slowly filling the hole in my heart.

“I want to go as far as you’re willing to take us.”

This makes him smile. “Oh, baby, you’re going to enjoy this ride.”

He unbuttons his pants and then stands, pulling me with him. I begin to pull my shirt over my head, but he stops me.

“Let me undress you,” he leans in and whispers in my ear.

He moves slowly. He’s not in any hurry. This feels different than the last time we were together.

His fingertips brush lightly over my skin, and I shiver. When we’re undressed, he pulls me onto the bed. I awkwardly turn to my stomach, not sure how he wants to do this. I mean, obviously I’m not new at this, but fuck, I’m so nervous. I feel like it’s my first time.

Ash is patient, but he rolls me over, taking the lead.

“I want to see your face,” he says quietly, his palm resting on my stomach. “Relax.”

I nod, but when his hand starts to drift between my legs, he realizes I’m holding my breath. He stops, and I can’t say that I mind, because it’s warm and feels so good.

“Hey, breathe,” he reminds me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s silly.”

His face softens. “You’re anxious because this is the first time someone’s made love to you. Let me love you, baby. You just listen to your body, and do what feels right. We’ve got this.”

“Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath and then releasing it.

He insists I take another one, and then his hand begins to move between my legs.

A little humming noise vibrates in my throat, and my hand slowly slides over his chest. He begins to kiss me, and when my hand glides lower, my fingers wrap around his length. I feel him smile against my lips.

Our touches become more insistent, our breaths shallow as the hunger we’ve buried for so long rises to the surface. He presses his forehead against mine. “I need to be in you, Lexie.”

He shifts so his body is over mine, and I immediately hug him close. “I need that too,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. Fuck, he smells so good. “Please,” I beg.

He lifts up on his forearms and stares into my eyes as he rubs himself against me. My breath hitches each time the tip of his cock slides to my entrance.

“Please, please, Ash. I want you to make love to me.”

That’s all it takes before he slowly begins to push into me.

“Oh, oh, god, that feels good.”

His gaze holds mine hostage, and he stills when he’s fully inside of me. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he says. “It’s better than I ever imagined. You’re so warm and soft.”

Ash holds my head in between his hands as he begins to move. Slow and steady. His eyes never leave mine as he whispers words no one has ever said to me. He’s not just fucking me; he’s making sure I know this is more than that.

We continue to stare at each other, and I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in closer with each thrust. I’ve never felt this close to another human being. He’s not hurried as each tilt of his hips makes my body climb higher and higher.

“Ash.” My eyes begin to water, and the look of satisfaction on his face is enough to push me over the edge. “Oh, god,” I rasp, clinging to his shoulders as I come.

But this man doesn’t miss a beat. His rhythm remains the same, the only thing that changes is the way his thumbs brush against my face as he wipes tears from my cheeks.

He makes me come again and again before he finally picks up speed. His face falls into the crook of my neck, and I feel him grow inside of me. He groans out my name as he pushes into my body one final time and holds himself there.

“Oh, fuck, Ash, I …”

He doesn’t let me finish because his mouth crashes against mine, and I discover he’s ready to go again.

“Fuck, I love you, Lexie.” He molds against me, and this time he fucks me like he’s trying to fill me with his very essence. Like he’s making sure my body knows who it belongs to.

After he comes a second time, we lie glued together in sweat and cum. “I don’t want to move,” he says, struggling to catch his breath. “I could live inside of you forever.”

I run my nails over his scalp, completely satiated and relaxed. Why was I so nervous? Ash is a gift, and I’ll cherish him forever. I’ll never hesitate with him again. I’ve never felt more safe and secure with a man as I have with him.

“I love you, Ash Taylor.”

He chuckles and lifts his head to look at me. “I love you, too.” He kisses the tip of my nose and then pulls out of me. “Let’s shower.”

My eyebrows rise in surprise, but I let him tug me from the bed. This is something else I’ve never done. I guess I had a lot more firsts to experience than I thought, and they all belong to him.

As Ash washes me gently, I begin to understand the looks I see pass between JD and Elizabeth. That silent awareness between couples. Two people who know each other more intimately than any other person. Something sacred that’s reserved for them alone.

Raffe was right. Maybe it’s not too late for me. The things I’ve given away, while sexual, weren’t intimate.

Ash’s hands roam between my legs, but not in a lustful way. It’s a soft, gentle touch. It’s done in a loving, appreciative way. His gaze meets mine, and he pauses. “Are you okay?”

I nod like an idiot, hoping he mistakes my tears for water droplets.

He finishes washing me, and then he hands me the washcloth.

I mimic the way he touched me, and everything begins to fall into place. Why have I been selling myself short? This is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. The connection. The trust.

When I’m done, he hugs me, rocking us back and forth under the spray until the water begins to run cold. It’s amazing.

We change the sheets on the bed, giving each other shy smiles as we work together, him on one side and me on the other. Once we’re settled under the covers, he pulls me close, spooning me from behind.

“I’m scared,” he says quietly.

“What?” I turn, but he nudges me with his chin, chuckling.

“I’m scared to tell JD that you won’t be sleeping under his roof anymore.”

“Oh.” It makes me sad, but I understand what Ash is saying. After what I just experienced with him, I don’t think I’ll be able to spend another night apart. “We’ll tell him together.”

He hugs me tight. “We’re a team.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.” He kisses the back of my head and then he quiets.

I lie still, listening to the soft sound of his breath. Carefully, I tuck every detail away in my mind.

I never want to forget this night for as long as I live.