Chapter Forty-three

(Gwen’s pov)

At first, I was dumbstruck by the knowledge that Ashton kissed me. He hasn't done that before. This evening it looked as if something had taken possession of his body and was making him do questionable things.

Albeit, my nerves cascaded skittishly in different directions, my stomach knotting tightly at the euphoric sensation of feeling him on me.

His left hand held the back of my neck in place, his fingers digging severely into my skin. It was painful but combined with the heady sensation spiralling through my body, made it bearable.

In a flash, I was plucked off the wardrobe and hurled across the room towards the chaise lounge where he pushed me and I fell backwards until my ass touched the soft leather, my hands going to the two sides for support.

I tipped my head up to peer directly into his eyes as tiny gusts of ragged air elicited from my mouth. Up and down, the staccato beat of my chest thundered. Softly.

At first, he was standing in front of me, watching me thro