Ashton’s POV
I head up the stairs, reaching the hallway where I freeze for a split second. A sudden fierce urge hits me to take her to my room, to spread her out on my bed, and drench my sheets in the intoxicating vanilla scent that clung to them last night. But Beth is in the next room . . . way to close, I don’t want to wake her accidentally.
Instead, I pivot the other way, toward Luna’s room. I kick open the door, step inside, and catch it with my heel, slamming it shut behind us. The area smells like her, that sweet vanilla scent and something inexplicably . . . her.
Spinning her around, I pin my Kitten to the back of the door. My mouth crashes onto hers in a dominant, consuming kiss that steals her breath from her lungs.
Her hands grip my shoulders, fingernails digging through my
