Chapter 29 Ashton

• The desperation to be inside of her was primal, rushing through me.
• My hand skimmed down her leg from her hip, catching the back of her thigh, and I lifted it, stepping fully into her.
• She gasped again, a soft breathy sound coming from her. “This”—she trailed her finger down my chest to my stomach and lingered there, toying with the top button of my pants—“is one thing I keep getting distracted by, and I’m just going to reiterate again that I don’t care about the other bullshit going on.”