Free Angel of Ash by Josephine Law Page A

an inch of touching the apple. “But first, I must ask a boon of you,” he whispered deliciously.
    Her lips started trembling…again; she nodded, slightly, meeting his eyes. “Yes?”
He didn’t say anything for a long, pregnant pause. “A kiss,” he finally told her, watching the blush overtake her cheeks as her eyes dropped. He saw the struggle within herself, smiling slightly before she met his eyes, a challenging dare in them that took him by surprise.
    “ If you wish it,” she returned, looking at him from the corners of her eyes, her lashes hiding most of her silver coloring.
    “ Oh, yes, I wish more than just a kiss…but for now, I shall start off, slowly,” he said and with his unencumbered hand, eased his arm around her slight waist, pulling her towards him until she was on the edge of her seat, her legs between his out sprawled ones. “A kiss, sleeping beauty, the second of what I hope to be many more.”
    Breathing, she closed her eyes again and felt that ache began within her as before and this time she did not scurry away from it, but hoped that he would somehow ease it since he was the cause of such an effect he had upon her body.
    This second kiss was even more delightful than before because she know knew how to fit her mouth and head against his, now knew that opening her mouth would only add pleasurable intensity to the kiss, the feel of his teeth, lips and mouth against her, caused Angel to moan low in her throat and wrap her arms around Asher’s thick neck, her mind unfocused on nothing except his touch, his kiss, his lips, his hand making slow circles upon her back, underneath her jacket.
    This man’s touch should be outlawed, he should be outlawed. He was too beautiful for his own good. She kept kissing him, not caring or caring and wanting more when his hands touched her softly, hesitantly, and the ache that began there was incredible, while suddenly she found herself upon his lap, turned sideways, still kissing, her hands delved deep into his thick hair, making noises she’d never made before, as he held her tightly to his body, gripping her with power, her desire inevitable.
    “ Please…” she cried, her hips thrusting, ever so slightly, before she stilled, the sound of her own voice and the motions of her body a slap upon her face a douse of cold water, as she instantly opened her eyes, pulling away from Asher. “Oh,” she cried out, struggling from his grip, which he immediately released as she scampered back to her seat, avoiding his stare. “No, we mustn’t,” she stated firmly, trying her best to regulate her breathing, but the feel of his hands were imprinted upon her body, her waist, back, and arms. She refused to look at him as her heated face stared at her tightly clenched hands upon her lap more embarrassed by her horribly wanton responses that she knew was a sin she could not afford to commit.
    He didn’t speak, simply staring at her in first bewildered confusion before his muddled mind cleared and the lust within his body, started slowly to recede until he could look at her without wanting to tear her clothes off. Angel looked visibly shaken; to keep her hands from trembling they were clenched tightly onto her lap. Asher reached out to touch them lightly, comfort her, before she backed away like a skittish colt shaking her head and meeting his eyes.
    “ No, please, don’t touch me,” she cried softly, biting her bottom lip again in worry, not wanting to have to battle with the lustful wanton creature she had become. “I have never, never,” she began to say before stopping hurriedly. “Please.” She said again but this time not as a plea for sexual pleasure but as a plea for the end of this temptation which he was serving her mightily.
    Closing her eyes, she blocked out his troubled vision from her mind, breathing in and out deeply before she opened them, staring at him, feeling a calmness overtake her senses, she would be honest with him, because Angel prided