We stand there, shocked, before I grab her hand and pull her behind me. Running through the rain, it’s easy to forget that this is a tour and not something else entirely. The guest houses are close, and this one is empty. Perfect.
I pull her onto the porch and out of the rain. Both of our clothes are soaked, and Rose laughs. “I guess you did say that you specialize in adventures.”
“Yeah, I did.” But when I said adventure, I didn’t mean trapped alone with a fucking gorgeous woman, soaking wet. That dress that’s already been driving me crazy is plastered to her skin and practically see through. I can see the outline of her bra and how much—or rather, how little—she’s wearing underneath. There’s the outline of a thong, and nothing else.
So much for trying to keep my dick in check. I’m fucked.
3
Rose
I wring water from my hair and catch my breath. That rain came out of nowhere. But I suppose that summer storms are like that. My dress is plastered to my skin, and it’s showing everything. There’s no way that Asher doesn’t notice. And right now I don’t care. I want him to notice.
There’s fire in his eyes. Not the kind of heat or hunger that you see in someone who feels ambivalent. Asher wants me, and everything in me tightens. I want him too. I’ve never had this kind of instant spark. I shouldn’t shouldn’t be tempted. And yet…
We’re still on the porch, but Asher steps close to me, completely in my space but not yet touching. I have to look up to see him and I feel the heat practically radiating off him. I could get lost in that heat.
“Since it’s pouring, you might as well stay a while. The mountain roads can be treacherous in rain like this.”
That might be true, but that’s not what he’s actually saying to me. “Might as well,” I say, my own voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.
Asher kisses me all at once, and it’s like a bomb has gone off between us. The barely contained chemistry we have is fire. He’s pulling me against his body and tilting my face so he can kiss me deeper. Harder. And I’m kissing him back with just as much force.
Our tongues are at war, every stroke sending heat through me. Fuck, this feels good. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’ve never had this kind of raw chemistry with anyone.
I’m not sure how I wind up against the wall of the house, but I do. Trapped between his body and the hard wood. Rather trapped between two hard woods. I can feel him through his jeans, the way our bodies are melded together.
Asher slides his hands down my ribs, grabbing my hips and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him, and oh fuck, it’s like he was made to be there. We’re exactly lined up and the thin fabric of my dress is hiked around my thighs. His cock is pressed against my clit through my sheer panties.
He knows it too, pressing into me harder and harder. We might as well be fucking. If this is what it feels like when he’s not even inside me, I’m not sure that I’ll survive that.
We break apart, hauling in breath, but he doesn’t stop moving. Friction and heat and pleasure rises up inside me, and holy fuck if he doesn’t stop I’m going to come. My pussy is soaking wet, every rough movement of his hips focusing the pleasure to that one single point.
Asher is watching me, closer than I’ve ever been watched in my life. With that hunger that’s going to consume me. Pure, naked lust that makes me shudder. I flush under his gaze, and the fact that he’s watching. Moving. Changing what he does with me reacting.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say.
“I know.”
Fuck. The way he’s looking at me tells me he wants to watch me come, and every reason I had for holding back just falls away. He unlocks something in my brain and my body and ohhhh…
Pleasure flashes through me—sweet hot lightning. It pours down like the rain just off the porch. I’m grinding on his cock through his jeans, taking as much from the orgasm as I can get before it fades away.
I’m tingling, breathless. And Jesus—how is it possible that this man gave me the best orgasm of my life with his pants on?
“I thought you didn’t sleep with paying guests,” I breathe.
“Good thing you’re not a paying guest then, isn’t it.” A statement. Not a question.
“A very good thing.”
Asher carries me into the house like it’s the most effortless thing in the world. “No one is staying in here,” he says.
I laugh and drop my purse on the counter as we walk by. “I would hope not.”