Page 56 of When I'm With You
“Were you…thinking of me the other night? In the shower?” Julie’s voice is breathy, catching on the last word.
I smile, wondering if she’s been stewing over that. Absolutely sure she has been. “Juliette every time I’ve stroked my dick since July I’ve thought about you. Your voice. Your face. What it would feel like to have your thighs wrapped around me while I licked your clit.”
At that, her hips shoot up off the blankets and her fingers speed up, her breath coming in fast pants.
“You like the sound of that? You want me on my knees for you? Your legs thrown over my shoulders? My tongue on your clit, inside of you? I bet you taste amazing. I’ll give you anything you want. Fucking anything. Look at me, Juliette. Eyes on me while you come, baby.”
“Fuck, Asher,” she gasps, as she adds a third finger and begins thrusting them faster. Knowing she’s about to come, I speed up my strokes, lifting my hips to fuck up into my hand. A red flush crawls up her chest to her face, and her fingers fly over her clit as she comes on a loud moan, her pulse fluttering in her throat and her eyes never leaving mine.
Watching her work herself through her orgasm, I drop my free hand to my balls, rolling them in my hand as I tighten my grip.
“Watch me, Juliette. Watch me come for you.” Thrusting up harder into my hand and with my gaze locked on Julie’s, my release barrels up my spine, pleasure erupting through every limb as I come hard, all over my hand and my stomach. Chest heaving, heart hammering, I slow my strokes as I come down. I use my sweatpants to clean off, and I’ve barely tossed them aside again before a very naked Julie is throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Thank you,” she says into my ear.
I grab one of the blankets from the floor andwrap it around both of us before I settle her onto my lap and hold tight, stroking her hair and breathing her in, more content than I have any right to be, considering the conversation we had earlier.
“You did so well, baby. Watching the way you came for me was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so proud of you; I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I thought it would be hard, but it wasn’t. It was good. So, so good. You made it easy. You make a lot of things easy.”
She burrows deeper into me, and I hold her close, staring at the fire, thinking that being with her makes a lot of things easy for me too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Julie
Weak winter light filters in through the blinds as I blink awake, confused. I lay still, cataloguing my surroundings. Horrible floral wallpaper, a giant fireplace with embers still glowing. A heavy arm banded tightly around my waist and a wall of hard muscle against my back. I’m lying on the floor in a nest of pillows and blankets, and I’m almost positive I’m naked.
And then I remember. Asher’s confession. Freaking out like a complete lunatic when he touched me. The way he took it totally in stride. Feeling comfortable and powerful taking my clothes off in front of him, touching myself. Watching him. How tightly he held me afterwards, whispering praise and comfort. The way we shared a pillow and whispered secrets in the dark while we drifted off to sleep.
“You owe me a date.” Asher’s voice is low and gruff with sleep, his breath fluttering against the shell of my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
“And why is that?” I yawn and turn in his arms so I’m facing him, my head pillowed on his bicep. Hot damn, he looksgood in the morning, eyes heavy with sleep, golden brown hair disheveled, and scruff covering his jaw.
He leans in and captures my mouth with his, his hand coming up to wrap around the back of my neck while his tongue curls around mine. When we break apart, he grins at me, sky-blue eyes sparkling. He is, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and for some reason, he wants me. I want to scream into a pillow and kick my heels and text my friends like a teenager to tell them the football quarterback wantsme.
“Now that’s a way to wake up.”
“If you’re finished, why do I suddenly owe you a date?”
He kisses my nose. “Because you woke up like a normal person and not like you were running the last quarter mile of a marathon.”
I sit straight up, staring at him, because shit, he’s completely right. I haven’t woken up calmly since I was a teenager. I consider whether one night with him has turned me into a completely different person. There’s a non-zero chance that it did and a non-zero chance that I don’t hate it.
“Are you magic?”
He winks at me. “I don’t know if I’m magic, Juliette, but this morning might be.”
I huff out a breath and lay back down. He immediately curls his arm around my back and pulls me close, and I am suddenly acutely aware that another part of him is wide awake, too, and pressing urgently into my hip. I shift against him, and he gives me a sheepish smile.
“I’d like to say I just woke up like that, and I kind of did, but also you just sat up and the blanket fell off and, well, look at you. You’re beautiful all warm and naked in the morning.”
He makes me feel beautiful. With an uncharacteristic rush of confidence brought on by his words and the quiet wintermorning and the warm, cozy bubble of this blanket fort on the floor in a bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere, I lean in and kiss his neck, trailing my lips down and across his collar bone, smiling at his sharp intake of breath.
“Let’s see if I can take care of that for you.”
In one motion, he rolls us, so I’m sprawled on top of him, and he trails his hands down my back and up my sides, his fingertips grazing the sides of my breasts, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. It should feel ridiculous that we’re doing this on the floor when there’s a perfectly good bed two feet away, but it doesn’t. It feels cozy and sexy and perfect.
