He moaned against her, the sound filthy and animalistic in the best way, and his blissful assault continued, his tongue working her like a talented musician playing an instrument. She melted into the table, fully at his mercy, and lost herself in the sensation of it all. Ash was in no rush, bringing her to the brink and then back down again. And that was the hottest thing of all. The patience. This was more than making her feel good. This whole thing was doing it for him, too. She loved that he loved it.

He pressed the flat of his tongue against her, his fingers hitting just the right spot inside, and her orgasm rocketed through her. She dug her heels into his back and her neck arched, a sharp cry escaping her. But he didn’t relent. He kept going, making his own sounds, and bringing her higher and higher until she was panting and gasping.

When she thought she might pass out from lack of air, Ash eased back and kissed her inner thigh, dragging his stubble against her hypersensitive skin. She glanced down, finding him breathing hard, his eyes closed as if he was in pain. “Fuck, KC. That was…”

“Untie me,” she said between pants. “Untie me and take me to bed, Ash. I need you.”

Ash peered up at her, gaze nearly feral, and got to his feet. He stepped beside the table to untie her hands, but Kincaid couldn’t concentrate on anything except the thick, obvious outline in his sweats. When her hands were free, she rolled to her side and immediately grabbed for his waistband, dragging him closer.

“KC…”

She slipped her hand inside his pants and wrapped her fingers around him. He was so hot and hard against her palm that her body clenched again.

Ash cursed and gripped the edge of the table. “Careful. I don’t trust my control right now.”

“My turn.” She tugged the waistband just a little, revealing enough to make her shiver with anticipation. She wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. She leaned over and licked across the head of his cock, tasting how much he wanted her and relishing the sound of anguish he made.

He loomed over her, naked desire in his eyes, and grabbed her wrist. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

The command in his voice made her quiver. She released him and let him help her sit up. Before she could stand, he lifted her off the table. He carried her the few steps to the bed and then put her on her feet. He didn’t waste any time. In every jerky, hurried movement, she could tell she’d pushed him past his edge. He yanked her dress over her head and divested her of her bra in record time. He stared down at her naked breasts with open appreciation. He cupped her and ran a thumb over her nipple. “So goddamned beautiful.”

The simple touch made her feel as frantic as he was feeling. She tracked her fingers down over his chest, taking advantage of having her hands free and able to roam. “Back at ya.”