Say It Again (First Wives, #5)(58)

He pulled up for air, kissed her neck, ears, and jaw again, this time with more fire.

Sasha ran her hand down the length of him through his jeans. His hips surged into her palm.

“Do that again,” he demanded.

This time she gripped him, and he had to stop kissing her to hold it together.

Oh, the control . . . how she loved the feel of him under her hand.

She placed one knee on the bed, then the other, all while working the buttons of his pants.

AJ stepped back and kicked off his shoes. Slightly out of reach, Sasha let her eyes travel down his chest and followed his hands when they worked to remove everything between them. He stared at her, and she took advantage of the position she was in.

Resting her butt on her heels, she ran a hand down her thigh and back up. She spread her knees farther apart and did it again.

AJ shook his pants free, briefs along with them, and stopped to stare.

His erection jutted out in front of him.

Sasha let her right hand dance up to the apex of her thighs, felt her own slickness as she brushed against the folds of her sex.

AJ placed his hands over hers, fingers locked together. Her neck strained, looking up at him. “You’re so damn sexy, Sasha.”

He kissed her again, dropped to his knees on the side of the bed, and moved his lips to her chest. Still holding her hands, he nudged her thighs farther apart.

Now this she could get used to, the cool air on her warm, wet skin. The top of AJ’s head as he moved lower, spread her open farther. And like his gradual ease into kissing her, he hesitated over her, hot breath exciting her even more.

Sasha waited, knew it would be worth more if she didn’t rush him.

The first brush of his tongue and she was lost. He latched on like he had with her breast, only this time he didn’t let go. She brought her hips up to meet him, braced herself with one arm behind her, one on the back of AJ’s head.

Everything inside of her wound tight.

“Harder, AJ,” she choked out.

Thank God he took direction.

AJ filled his palms with her ass and made every tight part of her body shatter.

She choked on a cry, reminded herself that others might hear them if she released the scream that threatened, and rode her orgasm to the bitter end.

AJ met her eyes, his lips wet with the taste of her.

“You look pleased with yourself.”

“Oh, I am.”

She unfolded from her position, her knees and thighs now feeling the weight of exercise.

AJ reached for his jeans and returned with a condom in his hands.

Sasha scooted back up the bed, smiled as he crawled up beside her and pressed himself against her.

“Want more?” she asked.

He shook his head, pushed the hair from her face. “I haven’t even started.”





Chapter Twenty-One



Somewhere in the middle of the night, Sasha tried to kick him out of her bed. A move he knew without a doubt was her method of operation.

AJ didn’t allow it.

He rolled her onto her side, pressed his naked body against hers, and tucked her into his embrace. Then he told her to stop fighting and go to sleep.

He wasn’t sure what exactly happened that she didn’t fight him, but after a few more minutes of fidgeting, her breathing had evened out and her body relaxed. The steady drum of a clock ticking somewhere in the room kept his brain company for the next thirty minutes before he joined her in slumber.

When he woke, she was gone. The sun had already crested the horizon and it was past seven. She’d had a four o’clock shift. He vaguely remembered her trying to slip away and him holding on. She uttered something about work and he rolled over and let go.

That was three hours ago.

He dragged her pillow close and buried his head in it. The scent of her filled his nose and reminded him of the look on her face when she climaxed. Abandon and bliss. He’d done that to her three times before he gave in to his own needs. Each time she grew louder, until he had to silence her with a hand over her lips or possibly wake up others in the house.

Not that AJ thought for a minute everyone on that floor didn’t know exactly what was going on behind her bedroom door.

He stretched and pushed her pillow away. Ignoring his growing erection, he padded his way into her bathroom, used the toilet, and grabbed a towel. After gathering his clothes, he scurried across the hall before anyone rounded the corner and made his way to the shower.

A clean shave, clean clothes, and a smile that spoke volumes, he made his way downstairs and across the Thomas compound to where he knew Sasha was watching the monitors.

He moved through the kitchen, snagging a cup of black coffee on the way.

Isaac sat in front of a computer, a pair of earbuds zoning him out in the room.

Sasha sat, her back to him, eyes on the four monitors that had over a dozen camera angles of the ranch. She lifted a coffee cup high in the air. “I’ll take a refill,” she told him without turning around.

“How did you know it was me?”

She glanced over her shoulder, then back to the monitors. A wave of her hand at the surveillance had him shaking his head.

“Of course.”

AJ leaned over, pressed his lips to her ear as he set his cup down and grabbed hers. “Good morning.”

She backed away slightly. “None of that. I work with these guys.”