Absolving Ash by Chantal Mer

Author:Chantal Mer [Mer, Chantal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734191035
Publisher: Chantal Mer
Published: 2020-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Ash

After checking on the dogs—Cila, taking up way too much space for a four-pound dog as she nestles with a snoring Grinder, whose backside is hanging off the edge of his enormous dog bed—I follow Isaiah as he leads me through the narrow hallway to a darkened room. He hits a switch, and a slice of light cuts through the shadows, showcasing a cozy room painted in navy, and a king-sized bed covered with a slate gray comforter that looks soft enough to float on.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says. “It’s late, we can just sleep.”

Suddenly feeling foolish, like maybe I’ve misread everything, I back into the hallway. “I’ll get Cila and get out of your—”

Before I make it two feet, he grabs my wrist and yanks me to him. I’ve never been with another athlete. I’ve been with guys who were athletic but never someone who was a professional athlete. Every time a get a glimpse of the sheer power Isaiah still has, I’m surprised and turned on all at once. I’ve always held back with men, not wanting to intimidate or scare them with my size and strength, but something tells me Isaiah can not only handle it, he also wants it.

When he kisses me, there’s no subtleness or softness. The kiss is raw, hungry, almost violent.

I love everything about it.

When his lips release me, he—not so gently—pulls me back into the room. “Don’t you dare leave this house, Ariti. If I have to lock you in this room, I will.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” My wrist is still gripped in his hand, and he’s eying me like he doesn’t believe me.

“I’ll stay.” I bring my arm to my chest, thereby drawing Isaiah closer. With my free hand on his lower back, I pull him to me, letting him feel how much I want to be with him.

“Good.” He releases my wrist, his hands finding the edge of my sweater, pulling at the undershirt tucked into my jeans until his fingers are on my skin. “Take this off, Ash.” He tugs at my clothing.

Not needing to be asked twice, and liking the way he’s taking charge, I comply. His eyes heat and trace the curves and lines of the tattoos that cover my left pec, shoulder, and continue down my arm.

I take the bottom of his sweater. “May I?”

He nods, and I lift it over his head, tossing it to the pile with my things. My hands are on his chest before I can think. In the golden light from the lone lamp sitting on the dresser along the far wall, his skin glows. There’s a light smattering of black hair, but otherwise, his chest and stomach are smooth, and firm, and beautiful.

“You’re so smooth,” I say and think at the same time. My hands roaming, exploring, feeling.

“And you’re so hairy.” His mouth tips as his tongue wets his bottom lip, like he appreciates all the hair. Most guys don’t, but with Isaiah, it seems like it turns him on.

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