This gorgeous woman had come apart in his arms, and all Ash could think about was that their night was almost over. His heart dropped at that thought. Even as Helena lay beneath him, practically squirming in her post-orgasm haze, he kept thinking…

I want to keep her.

As ridiculous as that thought was—they’d just met, barely even talked—he couldn’t help it. It kept popping up and taking him by surprise. The thought had cycled on repeat through his head as she came again and again under his tongue. She had the most beautiful scream.

Thank God his sister wore headphones, or Lisa might have just barged right in and told him to keep it down, even with Helena panting and naked. Their family didn’t have the best boundaries.

He traced his fingers up Helena’s legs and over her tattoos. She made the best noises, those little moans that told him he’d done well. His dick was impossibly hard, but as much as he wanted to take her—was desperate to take her—he didn’t want it to be over.

Keep her.

Ash pulled off the damn boot and winced as pain shot through his foot and up his leg. Helena came up off the bed, reaching for him.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Just the damn ankle.” He sat on the edge of the bed and the springs creaked under his weight.

“Awwww.” She slipped her fingers up his stomach, across his pecs, and rubbed the smattering of hair there. It was such an offhanded, unthinking movement—and somehow more soothing for it.

“The noises you make, girl.” He slid a hand through his hair. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Well, it was…surprising.” Helena’s smile was so damn hot, and the way she looked at him through her eyelashes like that, almost like she was shy, had him more than hot and bothered.

“Surprising because?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

Ash laughed, slipping his hand across the orchid tattoo on her hip. “Well, you’d never done the other thing before either, and you’re a freaking rockstar at it already. So I guess you’re going pro at all the oral sex tonight.” He stroked up the side of her rib cage. “You’re so responsive.”

“You, too.” Helena’s hand was on the front of his pants before he realized she was moving that way, and he sucked a breath in as she squeezed him through the thick material.

“You’ve done this before, though, right?” He let his eyes travel down to the bed underneath her.

“Yes.” Her eyes sparkled with humor. “Have you?”

He nodded, leaning over to take one of her nipples into his mouth, groaning a little as he sucked her. She was so damn perfect. That little hint of shyness was turning him on—and the combination of that and the boldness she’d shown earlier was downright intoxicating.

Helena began unbuttoning his jeans as he kept sucking at her nipple, taking the other breast in his hand as she worked on him. When she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, carefully maneuvering them over his ankle, she moved out of touching distance to set them down. There was a split second when he panicked at the sight of her moving away from him.

Keep her.

It was almost like there was a force inside him, pulling him toward her, making him want her. It was something he’d never experienced before. He didn’t know what to call it, but damn, he hoped it wasn’t just the alcohol.

Once he was all the way naked, she pushed him back on the bed and hovered over him. The combination of her long, dark hair falling around her, framing her face and her breasts, and those gorgeous tattoos made all his blood rush to his cock. He wanted to be inside her, to throw her down on the bed and push into her and let loose the urge that had been trapping his breath.

But he didn’t want it to be over.

Slow down, tiger.

Ash laid back, letting her move over him, letting her kiss his neck, letting her take charge. She seemed to prefer it that way. Her bold side had taken over again, and she was running her hands all over him, putting her lips on his skin. It was damn heavenly.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her lips on his neck.

Ash reached over to the drawer of his nightstand, praying there was one in there. He never brought girls back to the house. His fingers found one small packet, and he just about did a damn cheer. She took it out of his hands and crawled back so she was hovering over his erection.

The sight of Helena kneeling over him, pulling the little foil packet apart and then setting the condom over his tip, was maybe the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her hand around his dick reminded him of her mouth on him, out in front of the open window, where everyone could see her. The sensation just about did him in.

That kind of adventurous spirit was so damn hot.

She discarded the foil and then knelt over him, grabbing his cock. He wrapped his arms around her and took her mouth in a kiss as she pulled him inside her.

Ash groaned into her lips as she moved against him. He followed her lead, letting her lay him back down and grind against his pelvis for friction. The sound she made sent lightning sparks through his body and he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her down hard with each thrust.

Helena rode him like he was a stallion, and his fingers found her clit just as the beginnings of his orgasm began to well up inside his abdomen. He pulled her down, flush against his chest, stroking her clit and thrusting up to meet her.

“Fuck, girl. You are so hot.” He latched his lips onto her neck, her hips still rolling on him, her pace increasing. “You’re gonna come for me, Helena.”

She moaned, panting his name. Damn, he loved that.

“That’s right, my girl,” he whispered, feeling his balls tighten with anticipation. “Come for me.”

He increased the friction of his fingers on her clit and she practically screamed out his name in ecstasy. He felt her tighten around him, and he was gone. Pouring himself out, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to him as she came again. All the tension left her body, and she collapsed against him, panting his name.

So. Damn. Sexy.

Keep her.

He ran his fingers along her back as they both came down from their orgasm, and she shivered against him. Ash pulled the blanket over them, but wouldn’t let her move from the spot she’d claimed. He was still inside her, and he wasn’t ready to change that just yet. He held her tight against him, and her moaning continued.

“Now that was a first for me,” she said into his neck.

“What? I thought you’d done this before.”

“Oh, I’ve had sex before. I’ve just never…I’ve never done that during sex.”

“You mean, you’ve never had an orgasm during sex?” He pulled her back and looked into her eyes. The spark between them intensified, and she nodded. He wrapped her up in his arms and crushed her into his chest. “That is simply not acceptable.”

She giggled into the skin of his throat, nuzzling against him. “Well, I’m glad you think so, Ash.”

“God, I love it when you say my name…” he said, before he realized he’d said it. He had to stop himself from finishing that sentence. Like you own me.

And she did. Who was he kidding?

That’s what this feeling was. He’d heard about it a thousand times. Seen it talked about in books and movies. He’d never believed in love at first sight before. Not until he’d met Helena. But he couldn’t deny—having been with plenty of beautiful women in his lifetime, in different states and countries and walks of life—there was something different about what he felt with her.

Sex had always been…nice. Like recreation. Most of what he knew about giving a girl an orgasm had been gleaned from personal experience and the bedroom feats his friends bragged about. He’d never explored a woman’s body from head to toe to learn what made her wild.

But he wanted to learn Helena’s body. Learn how to make her come. Hard. So hard, she’d never want anyone other than him between her legs, ever again.

“Ash,” she whispered into his ear.

He laughed and rolled her over. His dick slipped out of her, and she reached down to take off the condom before he could. She scooted off the bed and disappeared into his bathroom, disposing of it without saying a word.

The tap turned on, and he wondered if maybe she was going to take a shower. A moment later, she came out of the bathroom with one of his gray washcloths in her hand. She walked back over to the bed and put the warm, wet cloth on the skin of his abdomen. When she’d finished cleaning him, she reached her hand between her legs and cleaned herself, and he could feel the blood threatening to rush to his abdomen again.

If even just the simple act of putting her hand between her legs—or his legs—was going to make him want to have sex with her, he was in trouble.

She looked around the room and found the hamper near the door, putting the washcloth inside. He lifted the covers and motioned for her to join him again, and the smile that lit her features just about slayed him.

Yup. He was a goner for this girl. There was no getting around it.

And he didn’t mind one little bit.