Ashes - Book 2 (New Adult Romantic Suspense) Read Online Free PDF

breathing hard, trying desperately not to crush her, but she won’t let me roll away. She wipes my forehead, pushing away the beads of sweat and pulls my face down to her.
    “Thank. You.” The words come out in short burst, her breathing as desperate as mine. She pulls me down, unwilling to let me go and I surrender, melting onto her, pressing her into the mattress while she cries tears of joy.

Chapter 6 — Beth
    The alarm goes off and I nearly throw it at the wall. Gage groans and I turn over, groaning too, sore as hell and twice as exhausted. Poor Gage. He has to go into work while I get to go back to bed.
    “Morning beautiful,” he says and yanks me to him, his body as hot as a heater. I wish we could sleep, make love, then sleep some more.
    Make love?
    My eyes snap open. What the fuck is wrong with me? We have sex missionary style one time and I’m thinking like a damn love struck teenager? I sit up and slip from the bed, needing some space.
    In the living room, I find the t-shirt Gage stripped off of me last night and pull it over my head and walk to the kitchen. The shower comes on and I’m so tempted to join him. But I grit my teeth and plant my feet firmly in the friend zone.
    I fiddle with the coffee machine and soon have it brewing, then open the fridge and stare at the contents. I pull out bacon and a carton of eggs.
    Friends can make each other breakfast, right?
    Even after the emotional night with each other, it doesn’t change anything. Gage is still seeing other women. I know that. I want him to.
    Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
    I scowl at a frying pan as that nasty little thought comes into my mind. I crack open an egg, a little harder than I needed to, and end up having to fish little chunks of shell from the bowl.
    I’m an idiot.
    Okay. Maybe not an idiot. Maybe I need to hook up with someone else too. If I can have another guy or two on the side, then I wouldn’t be so focused on Gage.
    I crack open another egg, more successfully this time. Then throw some bacon in the microwave to zap.
    As I start to beat the eggs, I’ve decided that’s my new game plan. I need to stop working so much. Stop being a hermit when I’m not working. Go out. Have fun. Act my age.
    Maybe I can talk Steph into going out with me to the new club everyone is raving about. Or Hannah. Or one of my other friends. Or all of them. Yes. That would be fun. A girl’s night out.
    I’m feeling a little better by the time the microwave dings and the eggs are light and fluffy. The toasts pops up and I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.
    “Smells wonderful in here.”
    I turn around and he’s there and all my pride turns into a puddle between my legs. Dear God in heaven, the man is fine.
    Towel wrapped low on his hips, I can’t stop my eyes from staring. I’ve seen his abs a hundred times now, but they are still fascinating. And they’re coming straight toward me.
    “Hungry?”
    His pupils dilate and his head nods up and down very slowly. Then he’s there, lifting me to the countertop, pulling my head to his.
    His tongue and lips are everywhere. So are his fingers. Then my t-shirt is gone. He steps away and opens a drawer. I smile. Condoms everywhere. He slips it on then lifts me down from the countertop and turns me around.
    “Trust me?” he asks in my ear and I shiver and push back into his erection.
    I nod and he presses me down onto the countertop until my cheek is on the cool granite. He wraps his hands around my wrists and draws them behind my back.
    I feel vulnerable, over exposed, a little frightened at not knowing what’s happening behind me. I’m breathing hard, but realize I’m also curious and pretty turned on.
    He secures both my wrists in one of his large hands and trails a finger down my spine. It continues between my ass cheeks and then lower before dipping into me.
    “Mmm … so wet,” he says, his deep voice grumbling from his chest.
    I hate to admit it, but this position isn’t close to as