Too late to worry about that now.
Ashleigh pulled up the page she had worked on earlier, leaving it open on her laptop screen. Thankfully it was dark outside, but again, that was in the plans as well. The veil of night was needed for what she had in mind. After all, she was open to adventure, not public indecency.
With her nerves doing the jitterbug, she was now barely sitting on the edge of her chair. Where was he?
Ashleigh hadn’t seen him for the last couple of days – he was busy, she was busy... same ol’, same ol’. However, they had made a point to talk to one another several times a day. Which was why Ashleigh knew something was off with him, but he wasn’t revealing his secrets and she wasn’t asking.
The sound of the back door caught her attention, and she turned the computer so it was facing her perfectly and she stared at it as though lost in thought.
When he approached, she was aware of his intoxicating scent first, and she fought the urge to squirm. Not long after she was assaulted by the delicious smell of him, his big, warm hands were on her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles there.
“Mmmm...” There was no way to hold back her groans of pleasure when he touched her. It was an instinctive reaction.
“I got your message.” He said, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek and Ashleigh stilled.
He would be able to see the screen, which was the intention. Now she just prayed that he read the words.
“What’re you working on?” He asked, nuzzling her neck still, and Ashleigh lifted her hand to hold his face close to hers because it felt too damn good. The slight bristle of his five o’clock shadow, the warmth of his breath, and that delicious cologne he favored were a heady combination.
“Just writing.” She forced the words out, although she was now leaning her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.
When the nuzzling stopped, Ashleigh held her breath, waiting for him to say more. But he didn’t say anything, and the only give away was the way his hands tightened slightly on her shoulders. She smiled. It was the reaction she hoped for.
Score.
Alex was reading.
When he approached, she was not expecting him, but in the same instance, his presence made her body come to life. What was he doing there, she wondered. At that moment, it didn’t matter why, as long as he was willing to continue touching her like that.
Slipping his hands inside her loose fitting shirt, he cupped her breasts, still standing behind her, his arms hanging over her shoulders. She couldn’t see him, but for some reason that only heightened the sensation because she could feel his warmth, smell his unique scent, which overwhelmed her senses as it was.
Ashleigh didn’t know how much Alex had read, but she knew he’d at least made it that far. His hands slipped just inside her shirt – and yes, it was loose, and the top buttons were open – palms down on her chest, easing beneath the lace of her bra. It was erotic and stimulating, and felt so damn good that Ashleigh couldn’t help but lean back into the chair, hoping he’d take the hint.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Alex ordered.
Ashleigh didn’t hesitate because she feared if she did, he’d take it as an excuse to tone it down and this was exactly what she was looking for. It had all of the ingredients for a hot, steamy encounter, and though she might have had to manipulate him to get him here, it was happening, and that was all that mattered.
With a flick of her fingers, Ashleigh had the remaining few buttons on her shirt undone, the fabric hanging open. The computer monitor shining brightly allowed her to see what he was doing. The only problem – that would also allow any curious neighbors the ability to see as well. She briefly considered closing the laptop, but then figured it would give Alex another reason to take this little episode in the house and she refused to let that happen.
“Unhook your bra.” Alex’s dark, sultry voice washed over her, caressing her skin and making her nipples pucker. She flipped the clasp between her breasts and allowed the cups to separate, freeing her breasts to the cool night air.
“So pretty,” Alex whispered, his breath closer to her ear. “What happens next, Ashleigh?”
Oh God! He should know what happens next. It was right there on the screen. Wasn’t he going to read it? Her head fell back against his chest when he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them gently.
“Read it to me.” Alex continued to fondle her breasts, but that was as far as he was going and according to what she had written, there was so much more they were supposed to do to one another, right there on the deck.
His fingers tweaked her nipple a little harder, making her cry out.