Ash backed her up until she bumped the edge of the table and was forced to sit atop it. He stepped between her spread knees and cradled her jaw as he kissed her harder and deeper. The black tights she’d worn beneath her sweater dress offered no defense against the erotic feel of Ash’s growing erection. The hard length of him pressed against where she’d now grown achy and hot. She couldn’t help her reaction. She tilted her head back, a needy sound escaping her.

Ash kissed down her throat, his hand mapping her thigh and then sliding beneath the knit fabric of her dress. “Fuck, KC, you’re going to kill me with those sounds you’re making.”

She looped her arms around his neck and looked at him, basking in the desire burning behind his glasses. To be that wanted was a heady high, and some of her confidence bubbled back up. “I’m not quiet in bed. I know you’re shocked.”

He smirked and slid his hand higher, tracing a thumb along her upper inner thigh and making her skin go tingly with awareness. She let out another desperate sound, and his smirk turned into Cheshire wickedness. “Good. I don’t want you quiet. I want to figure out all the things I can do to hear every sexy sound you’re capable of.” His thumb whispered along the crease where her leg met her pelvis. “Want to do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about when I was supposed to be shelving books. Want to touch and kiss and…taste all of you.”

Kincaid’s mouth had gone dry. “You’ve been fantasizing.”

“So much,” he said, squeezing her thigh.

She tugged down the collar of his T-shirt, considered ripping the damn thing. “I’m game as long as I’m afforded the same privilege. You’re not the only one who’s been having dirty thoughts in the bookstore.”

He groaned and pulled off his shirt, revealing all that lean, tattooed muscle. “You have a full access pass.”

She let herself take her fill of the view and traced her fingertips over his shoulders and down his pecs. “What have you imagined, Ash?”

“So many things.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “You should’ve probably slapped me daily. My thoughts have been exceptionally indecent.”

She lifted a brow. “Care to share with the class?”

He stepped back with a sly smile. “How about I show you instead?”

She wasn’t going to say no to that.

Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed his laptop and the mug, clearing the table, and then closed the window and pulled the curtains shut. When he came back to her, he took off his glasses without breaking eye contact and set them on the windowsill.

He slid his hands behind her knees. “This is what I’ve imagined happening on top of the checkout counter.”

She bit her lip, feeling so very present in her skin, as though every wire she had was plugged in. “We’ve had fantasy sex on the counter?”