Page 46 of Charming
Hunter holds up a hand, “Asher, wait, we weren’t done talking.”
“Yes, we are. I don’t have anything else to say about it right now.”
“Because it doesn’t matter now, right? I mean, who cares how hard you’ve worked.” Hunter’s tone is angry and I look from him to Asher. Everyone at the table is quiet and it’s clear I’ve missed something here. Asher looks irritated, but when he sees me watching, the tension in his shoulders falls.
“We’ll talk later, man. It’s all going to be fine.”
“It was great to meet you, Gabriella,” Carolyn says which begins a round of goodbyes. Spring of course hangs on to Asher a little too long which makes him look uncomfortable, his eyes meeting mine in apology. I smirk and wink at him, “Bye, Winter. Enjoy the rest of your time in Cabo,” I add making Asher, Rob and Andy all laugh out loud.
With a wave, to everyone, Asher guides me out of the club with a hand on my back. We hail a taxi and tell him to take us back to the resort.
Asher is quiet on the way back, his arms wrapped around me. I’m feeling annoyed by the interaction between Asher and Hunter. It’s clear that Hunter hasn’t gotten over his doubts about me. “You okay?” I ask Asher.
“I’m perfect,” he says kissing my forehead and pulling me closer to him.
We remain in separate worlds of thought the rest of the way to the resort, but all worries or insecurities I’ve created get shed one at a time with each piece of clothing Asher strips from me when we get back to our room. As he pulls me into his arms, presses his body to mine, and places me on the bed, everything else is forgotten, my only thoughts once again lost in him.
My time with Asher is almost over. It’s the first thought that enters my mind as soon as my eyes open this morning. How has it gone so fast? I’m not ready. The time with him has been better and meant more than I ever thought possible. A week at work feels a hell of a lot longer than a week on vacation, that’s for damn sure. Whenever I think about leaving, about saying goodbye, I get an ache that leaves me pained in my chest and my stomach hurts so much I want to throw up. I feel ridiculous, so I do my best to push it aside and not think about it.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Asher says startling me.
Lifting my face to his, I’m surprised to find he’s not only awake, but that his sparkling blue eyes are focused intently on mine. Smiling automatically, my gaze falls to his exposed chest then I look back at his face again, before my eyes drop to his lips. “You’re awake?”
“I haven’t been for long. I’ve just been enjoying the view in my bed. Then your eyes opened and I watched more emotions fly across your face than I could count. More importantly though is that I can’t interpret them. So tell me what you’re thinking about.”
Hopping out of bed, not at all embarrassed by my nakedness I round the bed and head to the bathroom. “I’m thinking I need to brush my teeth so I can kiss you.”
Maybe it’s my imagination but I swear he looks disappointed. Not in my wanting to kiss him, but that I’m clearly avoiding the question. I almost ask him why he’s bothered, but my thought fades away when he smiles, “You know I don’t care about that. Get over here and let me give you a proper good morning.”
“I care,” I tell him. “I don’t want to gross you out.”
“Not possible,” he calls behind me. I quickly relieve my bladder and then brush my teeth only to be joined at the counter as he retrieves and brushes his own teeth. I can’t contain my smile behind my toothbrush.
Beating him back to the bed, I watch his body as he emerges from the bathroom and makes his way back to me. I could never get tired of looking at him. It’s a thought I have frequently, but it can’t be helped. “Enjoying the view?” he asks me with cockiness.
“Are you?” I retort saucily because his eyes are devouring me just as much as mine are him.
“Hell yes I am.”
“Me too.” I say as I watch him lay back down. “But I’m game for a hands on viewing if you are.”
Before he can respond I shift quickly to straddle him. Looking down into his smiling face, I move my hips suggestively making him growl, “I like this idea.”
Lifting up just enough to position myself, his hands squeeze my hips, causing me look at his face instead of our bodies. “Just a second.” He reaches in the table and grabs a condom with an expression of regret likely due to the interrupted activity, but it’s a necessary interruption and I feel silly for not thinking.
When his hands are back on my hips, I take him home watching his eyes roll back in his head. “Christ,” he murmurs and I revel in the fact I have the ability to make him feel as good as he makes me. Shivers run over my body as I watch him lose control. I relish it. His face is painted in ecstasy, and it makes me more desperate, wild and uninhibited in my desire to please us both. This feeling…it’s primal.
Rocking forward and backward, breaths coming faster and faster with our movements, my head drops back and moans communicate feelings. His name leaves my lips over and over, sometimes whispered sometimes in a yell, always with great feeling.
His hands find my breasts and stroke, pinch and knead. “Harder,” he instructs. Placing my hands on his chest, I obey. Our eyes meet and hold, the only sound the music our bodies make together. Every thrust, every stroke, something inside of me begins to unravel. When his fingers move between my legs, I’m soaring in seconds. He follows me immediately and I collapse onto his chest.
“Now that was one hell of a good morning.” His chest vibrates under my ear. A thought occurs to me and I begin laughing.
“What?” he asks amused.
“I was just thinking that here I was so adamant about brushing my teeth and I didn’t even kiss you.”
“I think you should rectify that immediately,” he demands.
