“What the fuck are you doing to me, Reina?”
I’m panting, my starved lungs begging for breath. “I don’t know.”
“Is that so?” There’s no contempt in his tone; it’s more like resignation than anything.
“I really don’t.”
“But I do.” He darts his mouth to brush my lips. “Still, I can’t stop fucking touching you…can’t stop looking at you…can’t stop obsessing over you. When one of your asshole teammates lifts you in the air, I want to break their arms.”
My heart skips a beat. I didn’t know he was watching me that closely.
Before I can say anything, his lips go back to feasting on mine. Little noises and moans escape me.
I don’t want to stop them.
Or stop him.
He pushes his pelvis against me and his hardness pokes at the sensitive flesh of my thigh.
“Do you see what you fucking do to me?” he grunts before he bites down on my lower lip.
“Ash…”
“It’s.” Bite. “Asher.”
“Oh, God.”
I rub against his erection, needing friction. Something, anything.
I’m kissing him this time, my fingers pulling at his hair as he keeps me in place by my nape.
“And you’re kissing me.” He closes his eyes as if he’s drunk on the feeling. “Fuck how you kiss me.”
I take that as a compliment and push my tongue against the roof of his mouth.
His clutch tightens on my nape, but he doesn’t stop me.
He drags his clothed cock up and down my core, dry humping me.
My eyes flutter closed at the sensation. It’s like the world only exists in the space between us.
I can feel myself on him even though he’s clothed. I can feel how thrusting his hips into me makes him kiss me harder and faster, like this is some sort of race.
My head turns dizzy, but I meet him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.
I want him.
God, how I want him.
And it’s not only his body. I want his heart.
I want his forgiveness.
I want all of him.
The wave builds in intensity at the bottom of my stomach. It’s like a waterfall I’m about to fall over.
He reaches his free hand and twirls a hard, pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.