Hard Man by Amarinda Jones Page B

sting.”
    Small? Was he drunk? She was all hips, boobs and ass. Cute? No, not exactly what her last dalliance had called her. He had intimated she needed to lose weight. Ashbea had compromised. She lost him instead. And sting? Oh yeah. Ashbea could do that if pushed. “Clearly you jest.” The look in his eyes suggested it but there was no corresponding smile on his lips. He was the sort of man she looked at and kept looking, trying to work out. “And let me go.” Maybe that request was a little late in coming but that she remembered it was the main thing.
    “I want to kiss you.”
    “Even though I’m a lecherous drunken woman looking for an easy lay?” Which was hysterical as it had been well over twelve months since she had seen a real cock and not a purple neon one that needed batteries.
    “My kind of woman.”
    Ashbea wasn’t sure whether to be offended or amused. He seemed pissed off at her yet he was flirting. What was it with men like this? She wanted to slap him one minute and kiss him the next. “Oh please, I’m no one’s woman but my own.”
    “Perfect.” His head lowered to hers.
    “What are you doing?” And why am I so breathless?
    “I am going to kiss you.”
    “Oh…” And then Harry kissed her and all thoughts of telling him off dissolved as his lips touched hers. “ Uhh …” Ashbea muttered as she clutched at his shoulders. This was not what she expected. That he could kiss like the devil did not surprise her. That she wanted to kiss him back did. This was so unlike her. Ashbea was normally very careful and choosy. She did not kiss just anyone. Maybe he was right. Maybe conventions did bring out the sluttish side of a woman. Ashbea’s hands started roaming the muscles of his back. Her fingers stilled momentarily at the hard ridges of tissue she felt beneath the fabric. They vaguely registered as scars but none of that mattered. What did was her breasts were flattened against his chest and his hands were on her ass and for the first time in a long time she felt alive and sexy and it had everything to do with the man kissing her. Ashbea pulled him closer, ignoring the warning bells she heard ringing in her mind urging her to push him away. Their clanging sound could hardly be heard over the mad pounding of her heart. It was so wrong to kiss a stranger like this but then how did people stop being strangers in the first place?
    “Bumblebee?” Harry’s voice was husky and urgent as he pushed her back against the door, slamming it shut.
    “I should not be doing this.” That was obvious. Problem was her hands were on his belt and that made her words seem silly. But then I have not been silly in such a long time. “I’m not having sex with you.” The leather slid from the buckle. And, if she was honest with herself, having hot sex with a man she would never see again was one of her wildest fantasies.
    “Aren’t you?” Harry’s hands were pulling up the matte red tank top she wore. He threw it over her head and started to work on her bra.
    Oh dear God. His hands felt amazing on her flesh. All her nerves jumped with excitement. “No,” Ashbea muttered as unzipped his fly. Or am I? This was the first time she had ever undone a man’s trousers. And I like it. It gave her a power she’d never felt before. Ashbea had control and could do whatever she wanted. That had never happened with a man before. “Do you want to have sex with me?” Her inner thighs were wet with need. Ashbea was in the goodies room and all she wanted at that moment was hard, hot cock.
    In answer Harry’s mouth dropped to her breast and he sucked her lace-covered nipple.
    Ashbea whimpered and put her hands behind her back to undo her bra. Oh yeah, they were going to have sex.
    Harry’s hands cupped her breasts and his eyes locked on hers. “It’s been a lousy day for both of us. Let’s end it on a high and make a nice memory neither of us will forget.”
    “Nice?” That sounded a bit boring though his