Page 36 of Sentinel's Kiss

Chapter 9

Ashley stood outside Josh’s apartment door and pressed the bell. She clutched the opening of the trench coat she wore and hoped the strong breeze didn’t blow the back of it up and reveal her thong. She should be pissed at Josh and the way he tried to keep her from interviewing Ryder, but she understood that he was trying to protect a friend. And Ashley knew she could be a little aggressive when she was chasing a story. Not only had she managed to scoop the other news stations, but Detective Munson had agreed to give her a special one-on-one interview about a series of vigilante killings that he suspected were happening around Long Island.

So she could have spent the night in her apartment with Tasha and her boyfriend, Chad, drinking expensive wine and talking about people, or she could spend it getting laid by a moody biker whose default mode seemed to be dick. Ashley supposed she could have called, but she was afraid he wouldn’t pick up the phone or that they would fight. It was better like this. She was positive that he wouldn’t turn her away.

Josh opened the door, running his hand through his hair. He was shirtless and the play of muscles over his torso made her mouth water. Blinking blearily at her, he did a double take.

“Am I still dreaming?” he asked.

“It’s nine o’clock, Grandpa,” she said, unbuckling the coat’s belt. “You going to let me in?”

She flashed him enough that his eyes went wide and he opened the door for her. “Get in here.”

“Where’s the bedroom?” Ashley tossed the coat on the floor and turned to face him. She was wearing a black balconette bra with red lace on the edge and a matching thong. Hell, she had even stumbled up his driveway wearing stiletto heels. He’d better make this worth her while.

He pointed and she sashayed into his room.

“How did you know where I lived?” he asked.

“Ryder told me.”

His bedroom was a surprise. She had been expecting a bachelor dorm room with clothes everywhere and empty beer cans. But he must have taken his army training to heart because his room was spotless. He had an ebony wood bedroom set with a forest green comforter. It was messed up as if he really had been sleeping in it just moments before. Ashley was happy to notice that there wasn’t a trace of another woman in this room.

“Are your pants still on?” she said over her shoulder as she climbed into his bed.

“I thought you’d be pissed at me.” He came over to the bed and stepped out of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Kneeling up, she took his cock in her hand. “I was a bit. But I got over it.” She licked the tip of him, swirling her tongue around.

“It’s not my birthday, so I can’t figure out just what the hell I did to deserve this, but I’m not complaining. I still think I might be dreaming.” He sounded confused and fuzzy-headed, and it was damned cute.

“Maybe I’m doing this for me?” she said, licking the entire length of him now. And it was true. She wanted to forget about everything, and his delicious body was her drug of choice right now.

Closing his eyes, Josh made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat. “I’m all right with that.”

Ashley slid her mouth down as far as she could go and sucked gently. His knees wobbled.

“Damn, beautiful,” he whispered, cradling her head with his big hands.

Moaning, she swirled her tongue around his shaft and bobbed, so she took him deep and then almost let him slide out of her mouth before doing it again.

“You’re going to make me come,” he warned with a bit of a growl in his voice.

She heard that bass and it traveled straight through her core. Ashley increased her pace.

As he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, Josh’s hips twitched and he cried out, “I’m close, baby.”

Ashley sucked hard. Going up on his toes, he shuddered and flooded her mouth and throat. Swallowing, Ashley hummed in satisfaction. She was flat on her back a moment later with the tiny string of her thong ripped off her.

Josh’s mouth pressed against her pussy and his tongue was lapping up the hot wetness he brought out in her. Wrapping her legs around his head, she grabbed him by the hair and rode his face. She wanted wild and crazy and he was completely game for it. His talented tongue had her gasping and squirming in no time.

“Please,” she whispered, her entire body drumming with need. Ashley existed for this mind-numbing pleasure. It drove away all the hurt and the pain and left only excitement and joy. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Tonguing over her clit, he lapped at it with strong, wide strokes.

Jolts of pleasure shocked through her body and she jerked with involuntary reactions as her orgasm thundered through her body.

“Yes,” she groaned in satisfaction.