Aimee Dierking
Ashley crept into the kitchen when all the men had left and the house was quiet. She had to get out of the bedroom and stop her thoughts. She couldn’t stop thinking about Scott’s picture and how much she was attracted to him.
HE IS ENGAGED TO MY MOTHER!!! Ashley’s brain kept screaming at her. She knew it was wrong, but god he was so incredibly sexy! And good, and funny, and smart, and compassionate...
She poured a small glass of orange juice for herself and drank it slowly, hoping that it would calm her, she could go to sleep, and the blast of vitamin C would help her fend off the cold that she felt coming on.
Ashley felt a little cold, standing there in her cami and shorts, mad that she had forgotten to wash the flannel pants and tank top she usually slept in.
She was finishing up the last of the sweet juice when she heard footsteps on the basement stairs. She froze and moved closer to the cabinets, hoping he hadn’t heard her.
Scott jogged up the stairs. He stopped when he saw Ashley by the cabinets. “Ash, what are you doing up?”
“I, um, just needed a drink of juice. What were you doing in the basement?” She stumbled.
“I was checking the furnace. It was making a funny noise when the fan was blowing, and with that storm coming in tomorrow night, I wanted to make sure we have heat,” he replied, watching her intently.
“Oh... is it ok?”
He nodded, feeling his temperature starting to rise as he took in her curvy form. “Yeah, the filter was loose, so I replaced it and we are good to go. Bring on the storm!”
She smiled weakly, “Great.” He was standing there in his jeans and no shirt or socks on, looking like a fucking god. The tattoos were there and calling to her, as were his arms and chest.
She really wanted to touch and feel every inch and ridge.
Scott didn’t feel the cool air around him. He was busy looking at her with so few clothes on and knew he was hardening. He walked up to her, looked in her eyes, and gently let a finger drift down her arm and up again.
It was so feather light that she almost didn’t feel it. He watched her reaction and smirked when he heard the sharp intake of breath. He let his finger trace her collarbone, feeling the soft skin.
Ashley couldn’t breathe. Her brain was not sending the correct messages to her lungs to let the air in, and she was fused to the spot, allowing his finger to trace her arm and neck.
She watched his eyes as he let his finger move up to her cheek. He raised an eyebrow when she finally was able to take a breath and looked up at him.
He gently placed his large hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it, feeling his warmth spread around her body.
Scott couldn’t help it. He knew it was wrong, considering the situation, but he simply needed the answers to his questions.
Were her lips as soft as they looked? Would she taste as good as she looked? Would she mold to his body as well as he dreamed about?
He leaned down to her slowly. “Tell me to stop, Ashley.”
Ashley heard his voice but couldn’t find hers, and neither did she want to. She wanted to taste him just once to get it out of her system. Then, she would never give in to her temptations. Just this time, she promised herself.
She didn’t say anything and let him get closer. Just when she couldn’t stand the waiting anymore, she felt the bolt of lightning strike her the moment his lips touched hers.
She was instantly absorbed by his whole being and started to melt. She had to grab his arms for support.
Scott had never felt anything close to this in his life! He felt complete and content, as though his life would have been perfect if he died right now.
Her lips were even better than he had imagined, and over the last month, he had imagined kissing her A LOT. He felt her grab his arms, and he wrapped one around her to pull her closer to his center.
How? How is this so right when it is so wrong?!
Neither of them had any idea how long the kiss lasted, but Ashley pulled away, breathing hard and grabbing the counter behind her for support.
“Oh god…. What did we just do?” she whispered.
“I think it was the best kiss of our lives,” he softly responded to her.
She looked at him with eyes wide. “You are engaged to my mother!”
“It’s not what you think!” He insisted yet again.
“You keep saying that, but I don’t know what that means!” she hissed.
“I know! If—”
“This can’t happen again!” she whispered and pushed past him, all but running to the bedroom and closing the door.
Resting on the door, she closed her eyes and fought through the tears building up in her eyes. “FUCK! This is really not good!” she whispered to herself.
Scott watched her run to her room and sighed. Moe and Eric were right; it was time to talk to Diana. He didn’t want to hurt Diana, but he had had a taste of perfection and didn’t want to live without it.
He was going to make a plan with Diana right away. Well, that was if she ever came back to the damn house.