Chapter Eight – Asher
“You know there is no going back when we do this, right? This is going to change everything.”
Addison and I had just made it to the top of the stairs. She looked so young and innocent standing before me with that white lace bra barely containing her breasts. They were the perfect size for my hands and just thinking about how she had come apart by my mouth sent a jolt straight to my cock.
I couldn’t even begin to think about the way she sucked my cock dry like a god dammed champion.
I was sinking deeper and deeper with this woman. She was my quicksand and kryptonite wrapped in a beautiful package.
The question lingered in the air, and for a moment, I considered that we should stop what we were doing. Not because I didn’t want her or because it felt wrong. Neither of those existed for me. I couldn’t help but think about her father’s reaction. There was no certainty that he wouldn’t find out. Addison or I could spill the beans by accident and then we’d both be screwed.
But there was no way I could deny this woman if she wanted me. And if she didn’t? I’d just have to lose myself to some music. It would fucking suck.
“It can be just sex. We don’t have to think about anything else.” She looked unsure of herself. I’d been able to have flings before and they meant nothing, but I wasn’t so sure I could do that with Addison. She was too integral to my life to start with.
“It can’t, Addison. There is too much history there. But we can keep it just physical if that’s what you want.”
It surprised me that she’d harbored a crush on me all those years ago and didn’t want to involve any emotions.
“It’s going to have to be that way. I have too much going on in my life right now to worry about a relationship. I think we should just make the most of it for the next two weeks or whenever one of us has to leave. No strings to cut. No bared emotions.”
She shrugged her narrow shoulder as if she had to convince herself and me at the same time. Her brows arched in a way that looked like she was worried. Those little creases formed between them and I wanted to bend down and kiss them away.
I planted both hands on her neck, my thumbs sliding under her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. It had been too long since I tasted her and I leaned down to brush my lips against hers. Addison’s body immediately responded.
She wrapped those arms around my waist and held on tight as if I was her anchor, her strength.
In a rapid motion, I pulled back and swept Addison into my arms, carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. For a moment, I regretted bringing her into my space. I’d never see the room the same. She’d always be present. It was why I never fucked women in my bedroom at my house in California.
Now Addison would always be around me here. I’d see her image on the ladder or picture her curled up in my favorite chair reading one of those romance novels I knew that she loved so much.
Fuck.
But as I laid her on my bed, my thoughts twisted and changed. Now all I could think of is imagining her naked body under my rumpled sheets, my face between her legs while she rested on the chair she’d claimed as hers, her body propped up on the ladder as I fucked her from behind.
My cock quickly came alive again as if I hadn’t just been spent a few minutes ago. He was as eager as me to feel Addison surround him, to claim him as hers.
“I need to have you, baby,” I said, my voice sounding husky and filled with need to my own ears.
Slowly Addison sat up and reached behind her back, unhooking the white lace. The straps slipped down to her elbows as the material fell to her lap. Those breasts I admired early bounced as she twisted around and began to peel off her leggings.
Reaching out, I laid my hand on top of hers. “I want to do that. Lie back.”
Addison followed my command and she slowly laid back on the bed, her dark hair fanning around her head like a halo.
With ease, I gripped the waist of her pants and tugged them down to her ankles, yanking them free with a flick of my wrist and tossing them across the room.
White lace covered her mound. A match for her bra.
“Did you wear these for me?” I asked as I slithered a finger across the edge of the material closest to her thigh. The tip of my finger barely brushed the slick skin of her folds.
“Maybe.” Her voice was hoarse and low. She was clearly as affected by my touch as I was by hers.
Since we entered the room, she hadn’t even touched me and I was ready to explode.
“I like them. You look beautiful in the delicate material.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled, then moaned as I fully sank my hand beneath the material and rubbed her swollen sex. “Asher.”