“Forget him.”

Josh’s idea of making me forget was in the form of distraction. His hands ran up my side and disappeared under the cotton shirt. All thoughts of Lachlan disappeared, and I jumped at the soft touch of his fingertips running over my ribs. My eyes slammed shut as his lips hit my jaw and peppered my skin with delicate kisses.

“You and me,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “Me and you.”

Fuck, I hadn’t realized how on edge I was until he started talking in his low, gravelly tone that told me he meant business. I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my body underneath him in hopes of getting some form of relief. I just needed something small to give me a tiny fix. All my thoughts of never letting him touch me again ran for the hills, because right then I just wanted his hands on me. His lips played havoc on my neck, and I bit my lip in an attempt at stifling the moan that was teetering on the edge of release.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His ragged voice echoed in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine at the intensity and determination in those six words. My eyes shot open as he pulled his mouth away from my ear, and I met his heated stare. That moment offered me everything I didn’t know I needed: desire, need, and protection. The knowledge that we were in a house full of people faded to nothingness, and I was thrust into a world where only we existed. I gasped as his finger traced my lips, and it was the most sensual form of seduction.

“Tonight was meant to be about us. He doesn’t get to distract you again, and I refuse to let him take away any more of the time I have with you. I’m making the rest of the night about you and me, so Ashlyn, get on your hands and knees.”

His I-am-going-to-make-you-come voice caused a shiver of anticipation to run down my spine. Nothing could have stopped me from doing what he asked. I was tightly strung, and the offer of relief was too hard to resist. He was too hard to resist. There was no chance in hell that I wasn’t already wet, because I was practically panting in eagerness. His voice alone did things to me, not to mention his dominating presence. Once again, my body won the battle, my thoughts fled, and all warnings dissipated. I crawled down the bed until my ass was in the air, then I sucked in a breath as the unknown awaited me.

“So fucking sexy,” Josh growled as he traced the back of my thighs with his fingertip, then slipped his hand inside the back of my panties. “I’ve been waiting all night for this. Fuck, I’ve been waiting since you ran off to Lilac Cove. I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then my mouth is going to devour your sweet pussy.”

Holy shit!

I whimpered as he ran the tip of his finger through my slickness. My forehead dropped to the pillow below, and my eyes slammed shut under the tightness of pleasure that appeared. The electricity in my room was off the charts. The firmer he stroked, the louder my breathing soared, and the limper my body became.

“Your greedy pussy is so wet. Do you want it, Ashy? Do you need me to make you come?”

My hips shot up, needing his fingers to be inside of me, because I knew the pleasure those fingers were capable of delivering. Yes. I, Ashlyn Hart, had a greedy pussy, and of course I wanted what he could give me.

“Make me come. Make me forget,” I murmured.

My gasp rang through the room as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me and frantically pumped in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut when he teasingly grazed his thumb against my clit. Damn it, and his magical fingers. My body was on the verge of collapse under the intensity of pleasure switched on within me. Thankfully, his arm weaved around my stomach and held me up as my body quickly became useless. I wished I could see his eyes, his face, his expression as he made me completely fall apart. I was a woman on edge. My body was screaming at me, telling me that I wasn’t far from exploding around his beautifully-crafted fingers and taking a journey of a thousand fireworks. Fuck me, Josh didn’t mess around. Whenever he got me, he knew exactly what he wanted, and it was like he could sense exactly what I needed. The shirt I was wearing had bunched up under my arms, as I remained on my knees with my ass in the air and panties pushed to the side. As he thrust into me repeatedly with his fingers, his lips danced on my heated skin, leaving kisses down my spine. The combination of his sweet kisses and the ferocity of his fingers was overwhelming.

“Josh, I’m going to come.” My stomach muscles gave me the signal that I was about to erupt in a low moan of his name.

As my body rose to the brink of orgasm, Josh lifted me with the arm around my waist and turned me onto my back. Not once did his fingers slip from deep within me, and with precision he made sure he kept driving into me with enthusiasm. I swear he was the god of finger fucking. My eyes shot open, and immediately they found his dark, lust-filled pits of desire staring back at me, as I was dangerously close to losing all control. That was exactly what I wanted to find. I loved that look. I craved that look. It was the look that had tempted me and utterly destroyed me from day one.

“Are you ready for orgasm number one?” Josh growled and removed his fingers.

I pouted at the loss of fullness, and the sexiest, most devious, smile hit his lips. His strong hands lifted my hips as he slid my panties down my thighs, before flinging the expensive lace to the other side of the room. I had completely forgotten that I was even still wearing them. Yep, he was officially the god of finger fucking, because he made me forget about everything.

“Someone is over-eager,” I teased, allowing my thighs to fall open and immediately feeling sexier than ever.

He sucked one of the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth before removing it with a loud pop. “If you tasted your sweet candy, you’d understand.”

A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he, once again, ran his finger through my wetness. Every time he touched me, I shivered with delight. He pulled it out and I couldn’t stop myself from focusing on the glisten of my arousal as he slowly lifted his finger. My breathing faltered as he leaned over, wrapped his free arm around my middle, and pulled me up until I was in a sitting position.

“It’s time for you to taste my favorite candy, Ashy.”

He placed a finger to my mouth and traced my bottom lip with wetness. The thought of my own arousal being painted on my lips was like nothing I had experienced before. I’d never felt this turned on in my life. My tongue darted out, and his eyes blazed at the sight of me zealously tasting myself. The lioness within me roared to life. I moved closer, and Josh didn’t budge an inch. Any inhibitions ceased to exist, and I didn’t consider anything other than right now. My gaze locked onto the finger that had traced my bottom lip and, with a smirk, I took his finger into my mouth, then slid my tongue up and down, swirling and caressing the tip and consuming my taste like I was starved. The groan that echoed from deep within his chest encouraged me to take it a step further.

“Fuck,” he stammered, as I sucked his finger deep into my mouth and devoured it with wild abandon. I shifted forward, closing the distance between us. I went to take his other finger into my mouth, but he pulled back.

“We share this one,” he mumbled and moved his mouth to mine. Josh’s tongue touched mine as he ran the length of his finger before our tongues tangled. If I wasn’t soaked already, this would have been the moment. He pulled his finger away, but our mouths never parted. It was only when I felt his fingers slid back inside of me that I gasped and pulled away. I shifted my hips and rode his fingers as the pressure to explode shot through me. My head fell to his bare shoulder and I felt myself begin to come undone. My teeth dug into his flesh as I shattered around his fingers and soared to one of the best and most intense orgasms of my life. While I came down, he gently laid me on the bed and removed his fingers. My eyes fluttered shut as the feeling of being completely spent washed over me.