Chapter 7

The second that our lips touch, Ashton comes alive in my arms. One hand grips my ass, the other cupping the back of my head. He kisses me ravenously, like he needs me to breathe.

Ashton sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly. I moan loudly, losing myself in the touch and feel of him. He uses my open mouth as an invitation and his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss is needy. His touch is possessive. It’s like he’s claiming me. Truly making me his.

It’s heavenly. Even better than I had ever dreamed it would be. But I can’t let him have all the fun.

My hands trail down his chest and abs until I get to the hem of his shirt. I quickly dive my hands underneath and run my hands up his toned stomach. I scratch at his skin lightly and he groans into my mouth. Slowly, I move my hands up to his chest, finding his nipples quickly. I run my thumbs over them, making them hard, before pinching and rolling them between my fingers.

This causes Ashton’s breath to