But soon something awakens inside of me, that hot spot deep within. Suddenly I’m moving in time with him, my hands tentatively snaking around to clutch onto his jacket.
There’s nothing unsure about the way he touches me.
His powerful hands grab onto my hips, his fingers sinking into my flesh as he pulls me closer to him, so close I can feel his solid manhood against my belly.
I can feel his heartbeat reverberating through my chest.
He slides his hands around to my ass and then lower, pressing down on my thighs, making my core tingle and my clit buzz, desperate for attention.
A distant part of me feels like I’m watching what’s happening, struggling to believe it…
Asher Alexander is kissing me. He’s rubbing my legs, my ass. I’m making him rock hard, his manhood grinding against my stomach.
It feels so surreal. If I didn’t trust him so much, I’d wonder if he’d put something in my drink. I’d wonder if this was all a dream.
He breaks off the kiss but keeps his face inches from mine. He stares directly into my eyes, as though he wants to sink into them, as though he never wants to stop. I slide my hands up to his shoulders and squeeze down, feeling his firm muscles flex through his shirt and jacket.
“We don’t have to do this,” he says, voice rough. “But if you want me to stop, tell me now. You’re too damn hot, too damn perfect, and so damn captivating.”
“Really?” I whisper.
He tilts his head. “Do you think I’m lying?”
I’ve had a crush on you for three years. I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since we met. You’re tempting me with things I desperately want to be true. You’re making me want to believe my dreams could become reality.
I want to say all that but I don’t want to freak him out. Just because he kissed me, it doesn’t mean he’s having these same visions of the future.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “I guess it’s just a lot to take in. I didn’t think you liked me in that way.”
“I do,” he says fiercely. “I…”
He trails off, his hands sliding up my body to wrap around my waist. He presses against the small of my back, forcing us even closer together, as though he can’t stand the idea of being apart.
“What?” I whisper.
“I’ve been trying to hold back.”
“Why?” I ask.
That difficult-to-read look comes over his face again. He opens his mouth, then closes it.
“Because I don’t want to take advantage,” he says after a pause. “I don’t want you to think I’m helping you just to get something from you. I don’t want to be like Declan.”
“You’re nothing like Declan,” I snap. “Not even close. He was – is – a monster. You’re the complete opposite. You’re… you’re…”
Even as warning signals sound inside of me, I stand on my tiptoes and bring my lips to his. I’ve never initiated a kiss before, and for a second I think he’s going to back away. But then he smirks and meets me in the middle.
I should tell him first. I should explain. He just said I should let him know before we go any further… if I want to stop.
But I don’t want to.
I feel like I might have to if things go any further.
Then his hand is grinding up my thigh, toward my sex, and I can’t think about anything else.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Asher
I knew her body would feel good, but I didn’t know how good. Her thighs are big and juicy and addictive. I savor every moment as I slide my hand higher and higher toward her sex, dragging my predator’s touch across her skin, making her feel every single movement.
She whimpers through the kissing, her tongue clashing against mine, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
She gasps when I push down on her sex. The kiss breaks off as our teeth click together.
“You horny girl,” I growl, as I slide my fingers up and down over her pussy, grinding through her shorts and her panties. “Fuck, I can already feel how wet you are. You are soaked, Autumn.”
She bites her lip as she gazes up at me, wide-eyed and innocent. “I know. I’ve been… You make me so…”
“Say it,” I snap. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“You make me horny,” she whimpers, shivering. “So, so freaking horny.”
My cock gives a twinge. I’m pissed at myself for not doing this sooner. I thought I’d end up blurting everything out about the future, about my deep-seated primal compulsion to be with her, but all I can think about is her warm body, the heat emanating from her panties, the wetness of her slit.
I grab her shorts and her panties in one motion and drag them down, pulling them to her knees, and then all the way down to her ankles. I fall to my knees in the same movement, giving her a soft nudge so she falls down on the couch.