I couldn’t stop staring at her again. Ashlyn. My dick was so hard over her it was painful. There was something about her. She was pretty, but nothing like any of the models. I’d dated before. I glanced down at her ample cleavage. Those skinny girls I’d been with sure as hell didn’t have tits like Ashlyn. But since first seeing her two nights ago not only had I not been able to stop looking at her, I wasn’t able to stop thinking of her. I liked that she wasn’t afraid to put me in my place. No one did that with me anymore. She’d been hot the other night when I’d gotten her all worked up. A few times I thought I’d caught her staring at me, but tonight she wouldn’t even turn my way. She sat at the end of the restaurant table, avoiding my gaze, and it was driving me nuts.

How could this woman not be interested? Everyone was interested me. I caught her brown eyed gaze, and her long lashes dropped. She stood to her five foot five height, straightened her dress and smoothed the fabric over her flat stomach. I watched her breasts jiggle as she fixed herself up. What would those beauties look like in the flesh? Gazing up, I saw her already thin lips thin even more as she looked over at me and then left the table.

I needed to talk to her. I needed to do something. These feelings were driving me crazy. Maybe if I fucked her, I could get her out of my system. Not bothering to excuse myself, I followed Ashlyn out into the back of the restaurant courtyard. She was standing near an outdoor table looking up at the night sky.

Slowly I came up beside her. “Does it have the answers?”

Ashlyn jumped and bumped against the table, almost falling onto it. I grabbed her without even thinking and gathered her against me, securing her so she wouldn’t fall.

“You scared me.” I caught the hitch in her voice as she stared up at me.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t, because right now her body was pressed against mine and God, did it feel good. It felt right. Reaching up I caressed her cheek. “There is something between us,” I whispered. I could feel her chest rise and fall quicker. “Tell me you feel it?”

“I … I, yes. Yes, I feel it.” Her fingers tightened on my arms, and she leaned into me.

I had her. Now to close the deal. “Let’s go back and fuck it out?”

“What!”

Palming her arse, I squeezed. “Let’s go work this chemistry between us out in a bed. Or even here on the table is fine with me.” I raised my eyebrows up and down.

“Wanker!” She whacked my chest and stomped on my foot.

Startled, I let go of her. “Fuck.” What the hell? Had I read this wrong?

“You’re a dick. I can’t believe you almost had me, but then you opened your stupid mouth.” She turned to leave, and because I’m obviously an idiot, I grabbed her.

“No, wait. That’s not what I meant.” She tugged her arm free and kicked me. Bloody hell, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. My body was hot, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was from the little contact I’d had with her. I had to get her to give me a chance. She walked away, and I called after her. “Please. Please just give me a chance. I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s driving me nuts. Please.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to beg, but it seemed to be working. Ashlyn stopped, turned, and narrowed her gaze for a moment or two and just stared at me. I hoped she found whatever she was looking for because I swore my dick could hammer a fucking nail, it was so damn hard.