“Ok. I’m listening. What do you want?”
“It’s simple. It’s always been simple.” He paused in front of the couch and I felt the energy around him. There was nothing cold or distant. He radiated heat. “You, J. I want you.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that simple.”
He knelt in front of me. “You’re right. I get wrapped up in the target. I spend more time on your safety than you. I always did. I’m doing it again, against every warning in my head. I have to fight the instinct to protect you and just give in and love you.” He tugged at the quilt, letting it fall away, exposing my breasts to the cool air. He sighed. “I do love you. I love you enough to abandon my company. Enough to hide you from the world. Enough to spend every dime I have to make sure you’re alive and happy.”
My pulse quickened. His thumb ran over my nipple, making it perk. My eyes landed on his.
“Not like this,” I whispered.
“Then like what? How do I tell you I’ve been lost since…” His words trailed off. “Since I made the worst mistake of my life.”
“Sex isn’t the answer. It’s too easy this way. We’re too good at this. Sex makes it seem like everything is ok.”
And it was. Our bodies knew each other. Wanted each other. He didn’t even have to touch me to spread fire under my skin.
His mouth lowered to my nipple. Kissing it before sucking it between his teeth.
My head reeled back. “Ashe,” I whimpered. I pressed his head to my chest, wanting more pressure. Wanting to feel the life surge through me.
His teeth clamped against the tight bud and I bucked. The last of the quilt fell to the floor.
“This…this is what I’m talking about,” I whimpered, knowing I was already lost to him.
His hand trailed along my waist before sliding my legs apart. I gasped as his fingers slipped between my wet folds. I opened, eager to feel him. He flicked my clit and my hips rocked. It wasn’t enough. I rocked again, panting until his fingers sank inside me.
Shit. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it did. It always did when Asher worshipped my body.
His fingers pumped in and out. He climbed on top of me as we fell backward on the couch. His mouth covered my neck and shoulder, kissing me wildly. Licking, sucking.
I worked his pajama pants over his hips, pushing them down his legs until he could kick them off his ankles. They landed on the floor. His made a trail of kisses, lower each time until he was circling my navel.
I gasped as my knees were pressed wide and his head dove to my heated center.
“Oh God,” I moaned. His tongue was wild and expressive lapping at my juices.
I tugged at his dark hair, urging him to go deeper. Suck harder. Drink faster.
As his tongue plunged inside me I found the fire I had missed. My body was alive in his arms. I was like captured lightning when he commanded me this way.
I felt his growls vibrate against my thighs and through my entrance.
My core tightened, tingling faster and tighter as he coaxed the orgasm from my body.
“Come baby,” he growled. “Let me feel you.” I heard the anguish in his voice.
I didn’t have a defense when it came to this man. He could love me. He could leave me. And I’d still be his. My body would still come for him time after time.
The last resistance I had snapped as he thrust his tongue from my clit to my pussy and I felt the waterfall of sensation wash over me.
“Oh shit,” I moaned.
I grabbed his head, grinding my hips into the roughness of his face. Burning my thighs with the friction. Releasing my body from the built-up ache that seven days of Asher had created. It poured through me, lifting me through the sky. Until I had nowhere to go but land in his arms.
He kissed my knee, stilling me with a lusty gaze. “I missed you. So much.”
He tucked his arms under me and scooped me up from the couch. “Where are we going?” I asked.