Waiting For Mr. Ashwell

Waiting For Mr. Ashwell

Ash has spent his whole life hating himself and running from the truth. He tried like hell to kill himself during the war but failed.

Easygoing, puckish natured, incredibly intelligent and blatantly sensual, Ned was Ashâ€™s greatest source of joy and torment.

Everything changes when Ashâ€™s secret is revealed. Elston Abbey, Nedâ€™s home and Ashâ€™s childhood safe haven will never be the same.

â€œWould you like to kiss me?â€ Ned's voice was smooth and low. It curled through Ash and he felt his body rising from the chair.

â€œOh, God, yes!â€ He whispered as he stepped toward him.

Ned pushed from the table and Ash stopped just before their bodies touched. He knew his body was shaking but he couldnâ€™t feel it. He was just a pounding heart and a painfully throbbing cock. And lips. His lips felt like they were on fire. Ash inhaled and the smell of Ned flooded him. Bergamot, citrus, tea and scotch. It was heaven and his mouth watered. They were almost the same height and he could feel Nedâ€™s breath against his lips. He was afraid to move, to touch him. He didnâ€™t want it to end and he was sure that as soon as any part of his body touched Nedâ€™s heâ€™d wake up. Or die. He took a deep breath and it shuddered through him. â€œNed, you have no ideaâ€¦â€ His voice broke and he felt his eyes watering. He saw Ned swallow and his lips curved gently. They were so close Ash could almost feel it against his lips.

â€œI swear, I do, Ash.â€ Ned whispered. The words were hot and moist and Ash licked his lips. He tasted them and his erection throbbed. Nedâ€™s pupils dilated and his head tilted forward. Ash held his breath and he felt Nedâ€™s warm, soft lips brush against his. They dragged slowly from side to side and heat spilled through Ash. He raised his chin up and down just enough to make their lips part and cling. Nedâ€™s hand fell tentatively on his shoulder and Ash groaned when he felt Nedâ€™s tongue slide along his lips. He raised his hand to cradle Nedâ€™s jaw but it shook and hovered in the air next to his face. Ash felt Nedâ€™s hand press against his, guiding his hand to his face. As soon as it connected with his skin, need exploded within Ash. He growled and angled his head as he opened his lips and his tongue slid against Nedâ€™s. He tasted like scotch and something crisp and it made Ashâ€™s head spin. His tongue was everywhere in Nedâ€™s mouth, trying to learn every new texture and taste. He felt Nedâ€™s hand squeeze his shoulder and pull him closer.

Their bodies connected and Ned sighed into his mouth. It made Ash desperate. He pushed his hand into Nedâ€™s hair and he moaned in delight when he felt the cool, silk soft strands around his fingers. His hands started moving; from Nedâ€™s hair to his face, his arm, his neck, his chest, his backâ€¦ Ash was still too afraid to touch him below the waist and he tried to keep his groin from touching Nedâ€™s. He didnâ€™t want to lose control and maul him or spill himself in his pants. Nedâ€™s hand was under his coat and fisted in his shirt, locking Ash against him as their tongues dueled...
Country USA
Manufacturer Bawdy Books
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2015-02-07
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Manufacturer	Bawdy Books
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2015-02-07
Format	Kindle eBook

Waiting For Mr. Ashwell

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