Free Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2) by Lisa N. Paul Page B

sauntered over to the desk and lifted the domes off the
plates that were waiting for them.
    “Oh, man.” Ashley’s stomach chose that moment to let out its
appreciation for the perfectly made grilled cheese sandwiches and French fries
along with the bowls of tomato soup. He knew his girl so well.
    “So, I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re hungry?” Ryan’s
smile widened with the second growl of Ashley’s belly.
    “I’m starving, Ryan. I haven’t eaten since breakfast—you
know I get nervous on big exam days. This looks like heaven.”
    She eyed the food on the tray before bending over to grab a
French fry. As she brought it up to her lips, he felt his insides craving
nutrition of a whole different kind. “Um, Ry, where’s your food?” She joked as
she popped a fry in her mouth.
    “Princess, I don’t care how hungry you think you are, there
is no way you could fit all of that food in your body. But, I would love to see
you try.” He smirked at her wrinkled nose and pitched brows while she continued
to scarf down her lunch. While she ate he filled her in on the most recent
shows and various opportunities that had been coming their way, but all the
while he could only really focus on her. The way her lips closed around her
spoon. Her tongue as she licked the splashed tomato soup from her finger. Her
throat as it swallowed each and every morsel of sustenance. His senses were
overloaded to the point where he could no longer think of any words at all. Did
she even realize how incredibly sexy she was?
    “Ryan?” She looked at him, setting the tray aside. His
desire mirrored in her eyes.
    “Ashley.” He hardly recognized his own voice as his body
moved towards her without any instruction from his conscious mind.
    “I-I need to touch you.”
    Before her sentence was complete his hands cupped her jaw,
pulling her up from her chair and closer to his face. Ashley quickly rose to
her toes and pressed herself against him, connecting their bodies. Her small
hand traveled to the hem of his t-shirt. With deft fingers she lifted it up
over his head and tossed it to the floor. Her hands traveled his torso and
traced patterns on his skin. It was like his body was a map and she was marking
all the destinations she intended to visit.
    “Ah, Ryan, your skin feels so good. My God, it’s been so
long.” The raspy groan he released triggered something in her and he felt her
body against his. His hands moved from her face to her hair. His fingers tugged
at the silky strands and she let out a small whimper.
    “Christ, Ash, those sweet noises are gonna undo me.” He ran
his hands from the back of her head down to the waist of her yellow tank top
and his thumbs started touching the slight strip of skin between the tank and
her shorts. She shivered under his soft touch. “Damn, Princess, I love the way
you respond to me. Now lift your arms, you’ve got way too many clothes on.”
    Peeling the flimsy fabric from her skin he couldn’t suppress
his gruff chuckle when he noticed the buttercup yellow bra that matched her
tank top. That was Ashley to a T—everything perfect, all of the time. A yellow
top meant a yellow bra and he’d be willing to bet fifty bucks—he unbuttoned her
denim shorts—yep, yellow panties. “Fuck me.”
    “Ryan, are you laughing at me while we’re making out?”
Ashley feigned offense. Some people thought Ashley had OCD, but he wasn’t one
of them. He appreciated the way she kept herself, Leo and even him organized.
And he loved how at anytime he knew underneath the pristine Ashley Kynde was a
sexy woman in matching bra and panties.
    “No, Princess, I’m just enjoying how well I know you.” He
wagged his brows, “Now get closer so I can know you better.”
    He pulled her against his bare chest and slowly walked her
backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. “Let me show you just how
much I enjoy knowing you, Ashley. Let me show you, just how much you’ve already
taught me.”
    He