Page 32 of Because You Loved Me

“What I’m feeling right now.”

It was a lie. The feelings slamming through his body and brain were very,verycomplicated.

She was someone else’s bride who he’d all but kidnapped and brought to a deserted cabin in the middle of nowhere on a night when all he’d planned to do was drink too much whiskey and forget about his problems for a minute.

Complicated didn’t even begin to describe things.

Still, Asher moved closer to her until he stood only inches away. His eyes locked on the lips he’d very much enjoyed kissing less than twenty-four hours ago.

“And what are you feeling?” Her voice was all but a whisper.

He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and tilted her chin up so she was looking at him. “I’m feeling like I’d very much like to kiss you right now.”

A kiss.That was it. He could leave it at that. Hell. Hewouldleave it at that. No matter how badly he wanted this woman, he needed to remember she’d only hours ago left a man standing at the altar. There would be feelings mixed up in that, and Asher didn’t do feelings. Not of any kind. Not when it came to women.

“Then what exactly have you been waiting for?”

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She thought he might never kiss her. That maybe the stupid white dress had been a turn-off after all. But the moment his lips pressed to hers, all such thoughts vanished.

He kissed her as if he needed her to breathe.

Noa had never been kissed with such need, such desire.

His hands slid down her sides, his fingers spanning over her lace-clad rib cage. She’d forgotten she was wearing the sexy lingerie until Asher had started the torturous process of undoing the tiny buttons.

His reaction had been worth every moment of wearing the tight-fitting bustier under the dress. And she hadn’t been lying when she told Asher that Ryan wouldn’t even have noticed. Not really. The most he might have done would be to tease her about her choice of lingerie, akin to snapping her bra strap.

The one thing she knew for sure was that if things had played out the way they weresupposedto on her wedding day, she would not be currently feeling like the sexiest woman alive.

And, oh shit, did she ever.

Asher nipped at her bottom lip as he pulled his mouth away. “Damn, Noa. I don’t know why they say white is a pure color, because you are positively, fucking sinful in this outfit right now.” He dropped his mouth to her neck and the sensitive spot right below her ear.

“Holy shit, Asher.” Her knees buckled, but his hand was right there cupping her ass, holding her in place as he took his time kissing, licking, and nibbling until his mouth hovered over the swell of her cleavage.

Her eyes opened, and she looked down to see why he’d stopped when the very last thing she wanted was for him to stop. Ever.

A moan slipped from her lips, and Noa put her hands on either side of his face to drag his mouth back up to hers.

His hands were all over her, sliding down her side, squeezing her ass before again moving up her body, to where her breasts were only barely contained in the lace. With every breath, each one coming quicker and harder than the last, they heaved upward, threatening to spill from their captivity in the bustier altogether.

His fingers grazed each swell; his hand cupped her breast through the lace and he dragged his thumb roughly over her nipple, making her gasp. A flood of heat rushed between her legs.

When he dipped his head to her chest and used his teeth to tease her nipple into a hard nub of pulsing pleasure through the lace of the lingerie, she was sure she would explode.

Her hands found the hem of his T-shirt, and she slipped her hands under the fabric to feel his hot skin. Her fingers clawed over the hard ridges of his chest as she tried to pull his shirt up and over his chest, but he twisted from her grasp and pulled her hand away, using her arm to spin her around. He pulled her roughly back so she was pressed against his chest.

Noa could feel his desire, long and hard, against her backside. She wiggled backward into him, grinding herself against his need.

“Careful, sweetheart. You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

She tried to twist in his grasp to look at him, but he held her firm. “What makes you think I can’t finish it? Because I assure you, I’m fully prepared to?—”

Her words were lost to a gasp as he nudged her legs apart and his free hand found the heat between her legs.

Need and lust swirled through her in waves so intense that she thought she might come with only a simple touch through the lace of her panties. But instead of giving her the pleasure her body craved, he stopped. His breath was hot on her neck, and she could feel his hard cock pulsing with a need of his own against her back.

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