Free Take Me Down (Suits in Pursuit) by Lauren H. Kelley Page B

you that doesn’t involve your sex drive.”
    He chuckled. “Ashley, I’m sorry. I find you incredibly sexy. I say and do stupid things around you. I don’t…”
    Cutting him off, Ashley snapped, “Save the bullshit and stop skirting the subject.”
    His eyebrows jolted up. “Well, damn. You’re not a woman to anger.” He wondered how her feistiness would translate under the sheets.
    Ashley shook her head. “If this is going to be a one-sided conversation, you can take me home.”
    Sebastian shuffled to his feet. He stood in front of a window overlooking a tropical garden. “Ashley, talking about myself isn’t easy,” he said, his hands planted in his pockets. “I’m a Texan, born and raised. Deep down, I’m a good person. I don’t mean to be an asshole. There used to be a time when I knew exactly what I wanted. Things are different for me too. I’m still trying to figure out how to be happy.”
    Ashley’s chair scuffed the tile floor as she scooted away from the table. She joined him at the window. Stood at his side.
    Sebastian peered down at her with surprise, eyes widened. “Hey.” A tentative smile paused on his lips. He peered down into hypnotizing brown irises.
    Candor stared him in the face. Ashley placed a small hand on his shoulder. “We’re all trying to find our own version of happiness. Work on not being such an asshole first.”
    A wide grin stretched his lips thin. Sebastian’s left hand stroked Ashley’s cheek. He stepped closer. Leaned down. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, an inch from her ear. Whispered words that forced a gasp from her.
    Slowly his lips soldered her tender flesh. From the ball of her shoulder, his lips traveled to her neck. Her skin smelled so good.
    She lifted her chin, exposing her neck. His tongue swirled and licked, sucked her tender flesh. Her salty sweetness tantalized his taste buds and made his head swim. Inch by inch, a trail of kisses led his lips to hers.
    He devoured her lips. She fed him more. Their tongues collided in passionate rage. Greedy fingers traced her spine. His hand rested at the small of her back and then cupped a voluptuous ass cheek.
    “Ahhh,” she moaned.
    Sebastian pegged Ashley to the wood-paneled wall. His large masculine body commanded her to his will. She groped his shoulders with one hand. The other hand inched down his chest, passed his stomach, and stilled on his groin.
    His right hand hoisted her leg high. He fiddled with his belt buckle, unzipped his pants. Her foot hooked around his thigh. His stiff cock rested at her heat.
    A single finger glided up her leg, found the end of her dress. His hand dipped beneath the floral fabric. He massaged her thigh, worked his way up between her legs. Anxious fingers pushed aside the passion-soaked thong. He buried his fingers between her soft, fleshy folds, eager to dip into her sweet spot.
    Breathless, Ashley panted wildly. “Sebastian, what are you doing?”
    Teeth sunk deep into her neck. He smiled and then lifted his face to hers. “What you’ve wanted me to do since the day we first met.”
    Her small hands strained against him. “Stop. We can’t do this here.”
    He captured her wrists. Stared into her eyes. Buried his face in her bosom.
    Shit! Lost in the moment, lost in Ashley, Sebastian forgot where he was. He hadn’t been with a woman in months. That tight, curvy body made his testosterone boil. He needed Ashley. He wanted Ashley.
    Heart racing, Sebastian pried hot lips away from Ashley’s breast. “You’re right. Not like this. Can you give me a moment?” He peeled himself away and walked down the narrow hallway toward the restroom. Glancing back, he watched Ashley nibble her bottom lip. A pained expression erased her look of passion. She wanted him too.

    Ashley stood at the opposite end of the room. The smell of impending sex emanated, their hot musky scents lingered in the intimate space. Her eyes darted around. Red robins painted in the mural scene covered every