“Right?” He’s smiling but his eyes are still deadly serious. “I don’t want to be disturbed.”
He drops me on the bed, and I watch him peel off his shirt. Oh my God. It was clear from the second I met him that Asher has a body that would make most people salivate. Seeing it up close and personal is a whole other story.
His tanned chest gives way to toned abs and cuts on his hips that dip below his jeans. I want to lick them and find out what’s underneath. But I don’t have to, because he slowly undoes his belt.
I don’t know what it is about watching a man undo his belt, but it’s so fucking hot that I shake all over again. “This isn’t the tour I expected,” I whisper.
“Me either.”
He shoves his pants off his hips, taking his underwear with it, and no fucking wonder he just gave me an amazing orgasm. Asher is huge. So big that I’m not even sure that he’ll fit in me.
One hand drops to his shaft, casually stroking it. Fuck.
“You can choose, Rose,” he says. “Take off your clothes or I’ll take them off for you.”
I feel like I’m high off his words and his touch. None of this is real. It’s a fever dream that I never want to wake up from. “Take them off.”
He smiles like he was hoping that was the answer that I’d pick. “This dress has been driving me crazy since you walked in.”
“Oh yeah?”
A low sound in his throat. “I’m a sucker for a dress that seems innocent when it’s not.”
He’s sliding his hands up my thighs, pushing the fabric up around my hips. “This dress is innocent.”
I’m leaning back now, and he’s over me, hands on my hips and slipping up my ribs with the dress. “This dress is a goddamn tease,” he says. “Showing just a little and not fucking enough. Besides the fact, it’s basically see-through.”
He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it aside.
“I didn’t know it was going to rain.”
“Remind me to make sure that you never get to look at the weather again.” Lips drop to my neck and he sucks at my skin, hard enough to leave a mark. Chills cover me while Asher bites his way across my shoulder. It’s just on the edge of rough, and I like it.
I reach up and draw my nails along his ribs. Just hard enough to make him groan and show him that I can take it. His hands cover my breasts, squeezing with his whole palm. My eyes roll back in my head and I arch into that touch. More. I want more of all of it.
His hands slip under my back, deftly undoing my bra. It’s tossed aside along with my dress and then his mouth is on me. Lips and teeth and tongue working my already hard nipples.
Asher doesn’t hold back. He sucks me hard and bites just on the edge of pain. Then he soothes that pain with his tongue and starts all over again. His hands press my breasts together so he can lick both my nipples at once, and I’m so wet again—so sensitive—that I’m about to have my second orgasm without him actually touching me.
“Asher,” I say.
“Mmm.” The sound is muffled by my skin. A streak of heat goes directly to my clit because fucking hell, I love that sound.
“I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Low laughter that skitters across my body leaves sparks and tingles in its wake. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”
“I’m going to come again if you don’t do it now.”
Asher simply raises one eyebrow. “That’s the plan, Rose.”
“I—”
His mouth slams down on mine, a kiss so full of fire that I go blind. Holy shit. He kisses me deep and slow. Thorough. There’s no part of my mouth that he doesn’t know when he pulls away. I feel like I’ve been electrified.
“I’m going to fuck you till you scream,” he says. “But I’m also going to make you come as many times as I want.”
I push my fingers through his hair and pull his face to mine, this time controlling the kiss. I take what I want from him and more. Endless heat. Asher kisses with his whole body. Moving, dragging his hands through my hair, cock trapped between our bodies. I break away with a moan. “I feel like I should argue with you because of the way you said it, but it’s not something that I want to argue with.”
Asher smirks. “I’m bossy. It’s why I’m good at what I do. But I make up for it.”
“With what?”
“My tongue, cock, and fingers.”
Those fingers slide down my stomach and under my thong. They draw through the wetness and brush the sides of my clit. Slowly, he pushes two fingers into me. Deep and deeper, and pulls them back.