He smirked, flashing his fangs at me for a second. “No pressure if you realise you’re not. But those aremy limits.”
That’s what he said, but the smirk faded away like something was occurring to him. His fidgeting started again, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled with himself.
I waited, giving Ash the time he needed to articulate himself.
“No degradation,” he whispered finally, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I don’t want that.”
My rarely stoked temper began to burn. Not at what he’d said, but the implication behind it. Clearly Ash had some history he wasn’t sharing with me.
Which was fine. The first date probably wasn’t the best time to air all our dirty laundry. We had plenty of time.
Right now I wanted to make sure Ash knew I wasn’t like the men he’d been with before.
“That all works for me,” I told him. “What about positions? I’m vers so good with whatever.”
My words had the last of the tension clearing from his face. “Wait, you’d let me top you?”
I frowned down at him. “If ye wanted to. Why is that a surprise?”
Ash’s blush deepened. “Well, I’m this size and you’re…”
His voice trailed off, making me raise an eyebrow at him. “Are ye saying that because of our size difference, I wouldn’t be into you doing the fucking?”
“None of my exes were.”
“Well, as previously established, your exes are twats. I’ve got no problem bending over for ye. Now or later.”
“Maybe later? I’m in the mood to have you inside me tonight.” He said, shyly. “If you want there to be a later?”
This man. If I wasn’t supernatural, his cuteness might just kill me. “Oh bràmair, Idefinitelywant there to be a later.”
He tilted his head. “What does that mean? Bràmair?”
I forced myself not to smile at his butchered pronunciation. “I’ll tell you later…so long as ye want there to be one?”
He answered by grabbing my collar with both hands.
With one solid tug, our lips finally met.
And my whole world tilted on its axis.
Ash tasted like marshmallows and peppermint. My tongue swept through his mouth greedily, needing more. More.
I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.
Somehow Ash managed to get the door open and we went stumbling through. Our lips were locked together as we tore at each other’s clothes. Ripping sounds filled the air, both of us out of control as we bumped into various items of furniture.
“Ignore that,” Ash said after my elbow sent a lamp crashing to the floor. “I can buy more.”
“I’ll buy you another,” I said between kisses. “All the lamps.”
Ash broke away with a curse. “Stupid fucking socks.”
He was hopping on one foot, clearly having tried to pull it off while still kissing me and failing.
Biting back a laugh, I crouched down to help him. I eased off one after the other, tossing them aside.
Then I raised my head to realise I was eye level with Ash’s cock.