Things continue to get a little more heated as the alcohol encourages my actions and I can’t take this make out session anymore. I need more of her. Now.

“Bedroom?” I ask as my lips rip away from hers. I look down to see her eyes open a moment after and her lips still parted with a flushed face. Her eyes are dark with desire as she nods her head feverishly.

I pull her up by her hand and drag her into her room, this time knowing no one is in there sleeping, and throw her down a little too forcefully and I almost take a minute to put everything into perspective but not before hearing a growl come from Ashley and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so sexy in my life. Perspective my ass, it’s on!

I crawl from the foot of the bed on my hands and knees to where she’s lying on the opposite side until we’re in a similar position that we were in on the couch. I attack her mouth once again with mine as my one hand trails down her torso until it meets the hem of her shirt while my other hand is occupied in her hair. I gently pull the garment up high enough to fit my hand up and under, tracing the soft, toned skin with my fingertips and feel the goose bumps rise from her skin under my touch; I smile at the reaction I’m getting from her; it’s nice knowing what kind of effect I can have Ashley.

My hand keeps traveling up until I feel the bottom of her bra and when I sneak my fingers under the undergarment her breathing hitches but before I can go any further she grabs my wrist in a frantic and I immediately pull my lips away for the second time tonight. I open my eyes and let them adjust to the darkness in the room. Once they do, I see concern in Ashley’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask slightly out of breath.

“Spencer I can’t. Not like this.” She says in a whisper as she also gasps for air.

“What you do you mean?” I roll myself off of her and allow her to sit up. I knew I was moving too fast. Dammit Carlin how come you can’t control yourself?