Page 70 of Gifts

I lean into his bare chest and grip him at the waist to hold on, but I shouldn’t have worried. Tilting my head, I try to deepen my kiss, but it’s futile because his touch becomes firm and solid.

He leans into me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. His kiss is deep, savage, and when his hands drop to my waist, he yanks my shirt up enough to roam my bare skin.

My name rumbles across his lips as if I’m as basic a need as oxygen. “Keelie.”

I press into his chest, letting my nails rake over his skin, and I’m not sure how I knew my name was a question, but I sense he’s holding back, so I know it is.

I pull away just enough to look up into his hazel eyes and whisper my answer, because without a doubt, I want to feel alive and no one’s ever made me feel more alive than Asa Hollingsworth. “Yes.”

He looks down at me, his hair drying haphazardly, and I swear the green in his eyes darkens with lust.

That gaze causes a spasm deep inside me.

I nod, giving him yet another sign I want this, him … us.

He shocks me. His hands whip up, fisting my shirt, and off it goes. Leaving me standing in my bra, he reaches for my hips again and pushes, taking my lounge pants and panties with them, his nails scraping my legs all the way.

He grabs me by my waist on his way back up, and I grasp his shoulders when he lifts. When I wrap my legs around his muscled back, I feel my core open, causing my eyes to fall, and I press myself into him. With his hand at my ass, I gasp when my bra cup is pulled down roughly below my breast.

I barely get a chance to see his lust-filled eyes on my body before his head dips and he pulls my nipple into his mouth.

Oh.

Fuck.

My head lolls back and I dip my fingers into his hair, holding him in place, wanting more. A moan escapes from deep inside me when he sucks deep, scraping the tip of my nipple with his teeth. I rock against his abs, needing … something. A touch, friction, anything.

He lets go of my breast and takes my mouth as my back hits the bed. His hands roam my body roughly—groping, squeezing—and every callused touch is Asa in every way. Rugged and sensual, yet giving. So giving, that when he spreads me and his hand settles between my legs, I find myself gasping for a breath.

He pulls my other bra cup down, exposing me completely, and then I lose his touch everywhere but my pussy. I open my eyes to find him leaning over me, his hand on the bed beside my head with his arm extended. His eyes rake over my body—adding to the thrill of his minimal touch that’s not enough and too much at the same time—and he fills me with two fingers.

I reach for him. “Come here.”

He shakes his head. “Want to watch you come. Feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”

It’s only been a matter of weeks, but who am I to argue? I let my arms drop and fist the covers below me because all I can focus on are his fingers.

His eyes are heated and watching what he’s doing. When he puts a thumb to my clit, he looks up and his gaze sears into mine. “This is just the start, baby.”

A couple weeks ago, the start of anything was too overwhelming for me to think about.

“You and me—we’re not going back from here.” His voice is smooth and laced with promise.

I can’t think about that—I don’t have the words to express anything right now. Right now, I’m a little tingly, a lot warm, and am having an out-of-body experience. I put my feet to the bed to lift my ass, needing more.

“You with me, Keelie?”

I’m losing control. I’m not sure where else he’d think I’d be, so I nod since I can’t seem to form words. Asa—finger fucking me while rubbing circles on my clit—is driving me mad without any other touch. I’m fighting it off as much as I’m reaching for it, because I know when it flows through me, I’m done for.

“Look at me, baby,” he croons, giving me more pressure. I drag my eyes open and he leans into my face, our noses brushing when he whispers, “Not going back, right?”

Panting, I manage to shake my head a bit and he gives me just enough that I gasp. He puts his mouth on mine to drink up my moans, lowering his body to pin me in place, wringing me dry. I wrap my arms around him to keep him close as I try to catch my breath.

He rustles around and I feel his towel disappear when he pulls his lips away from mine. “Need to get a condom.”

I lean up to kiss him. “Don’t leave me, please. I’m on the pill.”

His eyes roam my face for hardly a second when he scoops an arm under my back and moves us up the bed. The second I get my legs wrapped around his waist, he puts a hand under my ass to lift me and slams inside.

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