Page 11 of Finally Yours
My first thought is that I would have beaten his ass. Followed closely by acknowledging that I’m a fuckin’ idiot with issues.
A knock sounds on my passenger side window and I look up. Lyla is there, watching me with an angry look on her beautiful face.
“Shit,” I mutter underneath my breath.
I lean over and open the passenger door for her.
She scoots in and I take a deep breath as I watch her bare thighs slide across the seat. The blue dress she has on is enough to give me a heart attack.And she wasted it on that other bum.That thought hurts my heart.
She slams the door closed. “What are you doing here, Asher? And don’t make up shit. I can tell when you’re lying.” She glances over at me. “Remember how long we’ve known each other. I know how your eye twitches when you’re tellin’ a big whopper.”
Crap.My hands tighten on the wheel, and I look out the windshield. A rain drop splatters on the glass surface.
“Looks like it’s going to rain,” I observe stoically.
I feel a pinch on my thigh. “Ow,” I remark and send her an incredulous look. “Did you just pinch me?”
She folds her arms and sends me an aggravated look. “Yes, because you’re stalling. I repeat, why…are…you…here?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Um, I heard that you were going on a date with Dr. Felix tonight, and I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” I mutter.
“Not buying it.”
I glance over at her and raise an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
She snorts. “No, I’m not. I’m twenty-five years old, and you’ve never waited outside of my house before to make sure I got home okay. I think you were spying. I think you were worried that I would actually like Jonathan, and it was killing you. I think you’re in utter denial about how you feel and instead of being a big boy and owning up to your feelings, you decided to be an immature twat and watch me like some kind of stalker.”
“Twat?”
“Out of all that, all you got was twat.” She shakes her head and starts to pull on the door handle. “I’m out of here.”
I place a hand on her arm. “No, stop. You’re right.” I strike the wheel with the palm of my other hand. “You’re so damn right.”
She takes a deep breath. “Well then, what are you going to do about it? Are you finally going to take a chance or not?”
I move my hand to the softness of her cheek. There are so many reasons why we shouldn’t do this, but none of those seem to matter anymore. My cock aches for her. My heart aches for her.What am I stopping myself for?
I wind my hand around her neck and pull her closer. Her blue eyes widen, and she licks her lips. I follow the movementwith my gaze. “I’m going to take a chance, Lyla. I don’t know what the hell is going to happen to us, but I’m so damn tired of resisting you.”
Chapter Twelve
I’ve tried so hard to be a good girl. Maybe it’s time to try being bad for once. -Lyla
Lyla
Our lips meet in a cataclysm of passion. It’s like every moment has built up to this. He captures my lips like he owns them, and I let him take ownership of this kiss. I sense he needs it. I revel in the taste of his tongue touching mine and the sparks that fly down my spine at the contact. I love this man. I’ve always loved this man.
He pulls back and then kisses my neck. I shudder, feeling the touch of his lips all the way to the wetness between my legs. I tingle there. It’s like every time his lips meet my skin there’s a direct signal to my pussy. I press my legs together, trying to control the urge to come from his open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
“Please,” I moan, when he tugs at the neckline of my dress. I want his lips to close around my nipples, to suckle at me. I rub my legs again together and groan. I’m losing it.
I pull back, and Asher looks up at me with lust clouding his eyes, “What’s wrong, Lyla? Do you want me to stop?” His breathing is labored and he’s looking at me like I’m a sweet treat he wants to lick all over.
I want that too.God, I want that too.
“There’s nothing wrong, Asher.” I send him a soft smile and reach out to run a hand through his thick hair. I love the way the strands feel between my fingers. He groans at my touch and leans closer.
“I want you. I want you so bad it hurts, Asher.” His eyes widen at my whispered words.
