Sweet Obsession (Nights Series #4)(13)

Ash gasped at the feel of Luke’s hard mouth against his. Luke molded his lips to Ash’s for a timeless moment, learning their shape and testing their resilience, his amber gaze drilling heatedly into Ash’s dazed eyes. Then, he ran his tongue along the plump curves before parting them roughly, forcing his way into Ash’s mouth. Electricity surged through Ash and sent his dick throbbing as Luke’s tongue found his.

Sweet Je—

Ash moaned and clutched the strong shoulders above him, dizzy with desire and pleasure.

Luke cursed and dropped his hands to Ash’s waist. He backed Ash across the kitchen while he continued plundering the hot depths of Ash’s mouth, each lash of his thick tongue sending bright light flashing across Ash’s brain.

Ash shivered when he felt the cool surface of the fridge against his back. Reality fled in the next instant as Luke moved his hands to Ash’s butt. Luke dipped and rolled his hips against Ash’s, grinding his dick across Ash’s aching cock and up his belly while he pressed him back against the fridge.

Holy shit!

The feel of the rock-hard shaft pushing against his taut flesh almost made Ash come there and then. He raised his hands to Luke’s head and speared his fingers in the thick black hair he’d dreamed about touching for so long, body melting against the man he loved.



Luke swallowed a curse at the sensuous way Ash softened into him.

He still couldn’t believe this was happening. That he was finally holding Ash in his arms. That he was kissing him and Ash was kissing him back just as desperately, his tongue moving shyly against Luke’s, as if he didn’t have any experience of Frenching.

That Ash loved him.

The last part made Luke groan. He knew Ash might come to regret this one day. That he might fall for someone else. He was only twenty-two after all.

But Luke couldn’t bear to let him go right now. Couldn’t forsake this opportunity to taste the forbidden fruit before him. Couldn’t stop himself from touching and kissing the man he loved.

A mechanical buzz reached Luke’s ears dimly through the blood roaring in his head. It was followed by a couple of clinks.

“Oh!” Ash wrenched his mouth from Luke’s and blinked dazedly.

Luke stared. He chuckled when he realized they’d pressed the ice button, sending cold cubes splashing against Ash’s back. He dropped his forehead against Ash’s, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

Ash narrowed his eyes and punched him lightly in the chest. “Not funny.” His lips curved in a dazzling smile a heartbeat later.

Luke stepped back and took Ash’s left hand. He pressed his lips to the pulse point at Ash’s wrist and stared at him hotly as he felt Ash’s heartbeat skitter all over the place.

“Shall we move this to the bedroom?” he murmured.





Chapter 11





Ash almost stopped breathing at the passionate light burning in Luke’s golden eyes.

Luke tugged on Ash’s hand and headed briskly out of the kitchen with him in tow.

Oh God.

Heat flooded Ash’s cheeks when Luke led him to the stairs and up to his bedroom, his heart racing so fast he thought he would pass out. Ash had a brief impression of a large masculine space when Luke flicked a lamp on, before his widening gaze found the beautiful rosewood bed dominating the ebony floor—an exact replica of the one in Ash’s own bedroom, except Luke’s was super king-size.

Luke pulled Ash into his arms and took Ash’s mouth in a fiery kiss that scattered his nervous thoughts to the four winds and made his dick throb. Luke backed Ash to the bed, grabbed him by the butt, and lifted him against his chest before kneeling on the mattress. Ash gasped as Luke toppled them both down, his hard frame coming to rest intimately against the length of Ash’s body while he continued his sinfully delicious assault on Ash’s mouth.

Ash moaned as Luke rolled his hips into him, the breathy sound swallowed by the hungry mouth devouring him, the motion of Luke’s tongue mimicking what he very much wanted to do to Ash judging by how hard he was. A shiver of anxiety ran through Ash. His unease deepened when Luke slid his hands under his T-shirt, his fingers trailing lines of fire across Ash’s twitching skin.

Luke groaned and broke the kiss. He rose to his knees and straddled Ash, his expression growing feverish as he tugged at the T-shirt and peeled it roughly over Ash’s head.

Ash shuddered when Luke tossed the garment to the floor and leaned down to press his lips to his bare chest.

“Um, Luke,” Ash managed in a strangled voice as Luke rained kisses down his body.

Fuck.

Ash sucked air between his teeth when Luke flicked his tongue across his lower belly, his eyes almost rolling back in his head at the pleasure that stabbed through him. His apprehension returned when Luke grabbed the waistband of his pajama bottoms and started tugging the material down his hips.

“Luke, listen,” Ash started, lifting his head to stare dazedly at the man busy worshipping his body, his hot lips and tongue scant inches from Ash’s straining cock.

Luke ignored him, his expression dark with desire.

Shit!

Ash grabbed Luke’s face in his hands and blurted out the embarrassing words, knowing if he didn’t, Luke would ravish him before he could say the word virgin.

“I haven’t done this before!”