Heart of Ash by Sabrina York Read Free Book Online Page A

main room and found her panties in the tangle of sheets. Though she blushed at the memory of what they’d done last night, she didn’t bother with her bra.
    He continued to snooze even though she made a bit of noise fixing coffee in an old metal percolator, which she set on a rack over the fire she’d built. She whipped up a batch of pancakes, cooking them on the same makeshift grill over the fire in a heavy iron skillet. It was kind of fun. Like camping, only indoors, and without all the mosquitoes.
    By the time the pancakes were ready, he’d roused.
    “Morning,” he mumbled, propping himself against the back of the sofa bed.
    “Good morning,” she said, flipping a pancake on to a plate. “Are you hungry?”
    “Famished.”
    She was thankful that he tugged on his briefs before he padded to the table. Oh, certainly they’d been wound together in the bed last night, and he’d been nearly naked then, but breakfast was another thing entirely. She didn’t think she could sit here and eat next to a man who didn’t have any underwear on. Propriety would be offended.
    He took a sip of his coffee and groaned. “Excellent,” he said. “But these pancakes need syrup.”
    She shrugged and cut into hers, popping a bite into her mouth. “I didn’t see any.”
    He grunted and stood, heading across the room to the pantry. He bent and opened one of the lower cupboards, one she hadn’t noticed, over to the side, and pulled out a bottle of syrup. Her fork froze, halfway to her mouth. How had he known that was there?
    “Have you…have you been here before?”
    He stilled. “Ah… Once or twice. Do you want more coffee?”
    “Please.” He brought the pot and topped off both their cups, though his was nearly full. He set the pot on the table, plopped back in his chair and wolfed down his pancakes.
    “These are really good,” he said.
    “There’s more.” When he glanced up at her, she smiled. “I made extra. I figured you’d be hungry.”
    “Oh, I’m hungry.” His expression made it clear he wasn’t talking about pancakes. “You look cute in that big shirt.”
    She blushed. “Someone popped off a button,” she said, thumbing the gaping spot. She’d buttoned it all the way up. Though they’d made love last night, she wasn’t comfortable enough around him to wander about flashing her private bits.
    “Someone should have ripped off more.” His foot nudged hers under the table. She thought it was an accident, but then it made its way up her calf. Over her knee. Up her thigh.
    “Ash,” she laughed, scooting back. “It’s breakfast.”
    “Perfect time for it.” He waggled his brows.
    “I think not,” she said primly, though she loved his playful mood. She cut a precise slice out of her pancake, doused it with syrup and popped it into her mouth. Then she licked the fork clean.
    He snorted. “Do you know what that makes me want to do?”
    The light in his eyes stunned her. “W-what?”
    “Come here.” Even as he said the words, he reached around the table and grabbed the base of her chair, scooting her over next to him. The wood legs screeched across the floor. He pulled her onto his lap and she shifted to get comfortable. A firm bulge surged against her hip.
    He yanked open her blouse, sending buttons skittering across the table. “Ash!”
    “Hush.” He picked up the bottle of syrup and drizzled it over her chest.
    She gasped. “Ash, you’re getting it all over me.”
    He grinned. “That would be the point.” His tongue was like slick velvet as he licked the sticky substance from her breasts. And then he decorated her with more. And feasted on her again. His touch made shivers ripple over her skin. Made her shudder. Made her quake.
    “Humph.” He grunted around the nipple in his mouth.
    “What?”
    He didn’t respond. He merely lifted her in his arms, despite her squeal, and carried her to the bed. She bounced as he tossed her on the mattress. “Hold still.”
    She did not. She leaned up