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Without a word, she crossed her arms over her chest, grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it off. He groaned out a curse and his grip on her leg tightened as he stroked himself.
Slowly, his eyes traveled up her body until they met hers. The pulse in his neck beat a rapid tattoo as he stared at her. His thumb began making small circles on her inner thigh, and anticipation swept through her.
“Are you okay with this, Ellie?” he asked, the tip of his thumb now brushing against the tendon at the junction of her thigh. She nodded.
“Words, Ellie,” he said.
How he expected her to talk she didn’t know, but she managed to huff out a “yes.” She even followed it with a “please.” The latter seemed to satisfy him, and his slid his thumb higher.
“Touch yourself,” he said. She didn’t know where he meant until he let go of himself, leaned forward, and rolled her nipple as he slid his thumb inside her.
She sucked in a breath then replaced his hand with her own. Satisfied with her compliance, he leaned forward and opened a bedside drawer, withdrawing a condom. Never had she wanted a man inside her so much. Life would come crashing down on them soon enough, but in this moment, the only thing she wanted, the only thing she craved and needed, was Asher inside her.
Grabbing the corner of the packet with his teeth, he locked eyes with her.
Then he froze.
She thought he might be having trouble getting it open with one hand. But then he cocked his head.
“Asher?”
“Someone is here,” he said, his voice tight with need.
She couldn’t help it, her eyes drifted south. He was still primed with desire, as was she. But she’d already found her release. Twice.
“Do it, Asher,” she said.
His gaze jerked to hers.
“Hard and fast works for me. It’s what I want.” She could see doubt creeping into his eyes. “Please,” she said.
He hesitated. She shifted her hips to ride his fingers still inside her. In the next beat of her heart, the condom was on, and he slid inside her with one hard stroke.
“Are you sure?” he asked, already moving at a swift rhythm.
“God yes,” she said, the words huffing out of her with each of his thrusts.
“Thank fuck,” he growled as he shifted her calves to his shoulders. The air left her lungs with his next stroke. In her position, there was little she could do except hold on. And hold on she did, digging her fingers into his biceps as his speed increased.
The tendons in his neck strained. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, as if focusing solely on the feel of his body thrusting in and out of hers. Transfixed by the vision of him above her, she jerked when he touched a sensitive spot deep inside her.
“Asher,” she pleaded as she began to chase what she knew was coming.
“Fuck, they’re walking up the outside stairs,” he grunted.
Whether it was the moment, the feel of Asher, or the titillating thought of getting caught, her body pitched over the edge one more time. Unable to stay still, she rolled her hips to take him as deep as possible.
He let out a low, long curse and rocked into her so hard that her head hit the headboard. But the feel of Asher pulsing inside her as they came together drowned out any awkwardness of the position.
Sweat dripped between her breasts, and they hadn’t come close to catching their breath when the doorbell rang.
“Sometimes I hate my family,” he muttered, pulling a smile from her.
“You don’t hate them,” she said, opening her eyes. “You just hate that they arrived right now.”
He opened his eyes and arched a brow as he looked down on her. Her legs were still around his shoulders and the flash of hot desire in his expression had her wondering if maybe they could squeeze in another quickie.
But then the doorbell rang again.
