I inhale sharply, watching him disrobe.
His lines are taunt. His muscles ripple as he keeps his back to me. But I catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the mirror and his eyes land on me.
He thrusts a pair of boxers into his palm and yanks them up, hiding himself from me.
Ashton turns around to face me, his eyes dark. There’s no smile on his face. No hint of happiness that he’s pleased I’m here. “If you’re sleeping in my bed, then you’d better fucking get undressed.”
I inhale sharply and quickly disrobe. He doesn’t have to tell me twice to get naked. My clothes are thrown to the opposite side of the room, near the closed door.
“Is this better?” I ask, letting him ogle me.
He hits the light on the wall, basking the room in darkness as he approaches the bed. I sit up, reaching for him, finding his mouth, his tongue, his lips.
He takes my breath away, our kiss searing and heated as he pushes me down on the mattress onto my back.
Each breath is heavy, loaded, fueled with need.
“Fuck,” Ashton rasps, and he buries me beneath him, dragging my leg up around him as he grinds against me.
We’re kissing, practically tongue fucking and I feel his hard-on poke me through his boxers.
My fingers roam down his chest, into his waistband, touching him, grazing him at first, feeling his body respond.
“I need you, Nova,” his whispered words are pleas, and I nod.
Unsure if he can see me in the darkness, I kiss him and push at his boxers, helping him out of the only scrap of clothing between us.
“Take whatever you need from me, Ashton. I’m yours.”
He growls, and his fingers swiftly enter me, teasing and coating my folds. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” He pauses, and silence fills the room. “Or is it…”
I silence him before he can even say that thought aloud.
Liam is nothing more than a friend.
Ashton is my everything.
“You make me like this—needy, raw, primal.” I drag my lips across his and down his neck. “Fucking take me. I’m yours.”
Within seconds, he grabs a condom, readjusts, and then he’s inside me, stretching me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my neck falling back against the pillow, eyes shutting for a moment.
Heat floods all of my senses.
“You’re so tight but feel so incredible,” he whispers into my ear and then nips at my neck.
I yelp, and he pushes deeper, driving harder and faster. He pins me down, his hands pressing me against the bed as I wrap my legs around him, wanting more.
His mouth finds mine, silencing me, keeping anyone from overhearing the sounds I’m making as the bed creaks and groans beneath us.
The bedroom door flies open, and both of us catch a glance at Luca, who doesn’t even have the decency to knock.
“Nova?” Luca’s brow pinches, and he runs a hand through his hair.
“Who’d you think I was fucking?” Ashton bites out at his best friend.
Luca shakes his head and backs out, slamming the door shut.