OK, so we met Eddie and Ashton in the last excerpt post, but they can only be housemates for so long before chemistry takes over and, well....read on!
Eddie looked at her, concern in her eyes, and suddenly Ash knew she was in trouble. Big, huge, complicated trouble. She felt as if someone had pushed her out of a plane from about a million miles up, and in that moment, when Eddie held her hand in his, she fell and kept falling, past the point where she knew whether it was right or wrong, to some bottomless, buoyant space where all she wanted was to stay in his gaze forever.
"Ash? You okay? You want some ice for that finger?"
God, she loved the way the words sounded in his mouth. She loved the way he took her nickname and made it sound like no one else ever had. "No, I think it's okay. I mean, I - "
She couldn't finish the thought, not with his eyes on her like that. She wanted to pull her hand away, to run her finger under ice cold water and make the sting go away. But she couldn't move. Eddie's gaze traveled from her hand to her face, and in the next instant there was no more space between them: no floor, no rooftop, barely any air at all.
Eddie gave up. He couldn't stand there any longer, holding Ash's hand and pretending not to notice the desire that rippled back and forth between them like a damn tidal wave. One arm slipped around her, meaning to comfort, but before he knew it, his lips sought out hers. He wanted to taste her, feel her, fill her with half of what swept through him. For an instant, she hesitated. Then her lips parted, with a sigh that turned into a purr, filling his mouth with want and the promise of things he had no right to even ask.
He pushed the hair from her face and nipped at her lips, her earlobes, the skin at the base of her neck. She jumped a little beneath him, a sizzling electrical wire. His hands moved to her waist, to her hips, to the pliant places along the small of her back. His thumbs moved in circles, stroking tender skin in the spaces where her shirt pulled away from her shorts.
"Eddie," she breathed, and in that moment he wanted every part of her. He drank her in, tasting her, pleading, licking, as she melted under his touch. Her hands came up to the back of his neck, nails digging into him. He pulled back long enough to glimpse dark desire in her eyes. His mouth found her ear, his words a ragged whisper.
"God, I want you."