Page 25 of Comforted By The Mountain Man
My body becomes aware of every inch touching his. Something awakens. I almost doubted I was capable of feeling passion and desire. My core swells and pulses a low heat. My breasts tighten, wanting attention they’ve never received.
Asher’s green eyes darken as his hand grips my hair. Not painfully, but in a way that sends pinpricks rushing down my body.
“I’m going to kiss you, Sierra,” he practically growls.
“Please,” is all I manage to say before his mouth finally kisses mine.
I feared I would be awkward, not remembering how to kiss someone, but I should’ve known. Asher is a man who doesn’t dominate in a way that pushes you down but leads, taking mymouth sensually but letting me explore, indulge in the feel of his soft lips tasting mine.
We fit perfectly.
The tip of his tongue tests the seam of my mouth and the sensation pulls a gasp that lets him in. And, oh man. The moment my tongue reaches out to touch his, a fire ignites.
The hand at my waist wraps around my back, holding me tightly. The one at my neck digs deeper into my hair, pulling up to cradle the back of my head. My hands have minds of their own because boldness strikes and both find heated, smooth skin under his shirt.
The moment I touch his bare back, a deep groan vibrates from his chest to mine. My fingernails tease up his back, familiarizing myself with the contours and dips of strong muscle.
Asher’s control snaps.
Picking me up, he sets my ass down on the washing machine, stepping into my parted thighs and pulling my lower half to the edge so I’m lined up perfectly with the hard ridge that’s fighting against his jeans.
Reason, doubts, and insecurities all fly out of the window. In this moment, I want this man and I’m taking what I want.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my heel into his backside, bringing him even tighter against me. I whimper at the feel of his hardness digging right at my clit through my leggings. The material, so thin, I use the abrasive texture of his jeans to rub against, needing to chase this delicious promise of release.
“Fuck, Brown Eyes. Tell me what you need,” he demands against my mouth.
I dip my hand into the back of his jeans, bypassing his briefs and finding the curve of his muscular ass.
“I want you,” I pant into his mouth. “Inside me. I want to feel everything.”
His hands both dive into my leggings and underwear, then grip my bare ass cheeks firmly. Using his hold, he rubs my body against his still clothed hardened cock. I want to be skin to skin with him. I need it.
Asher’s open mouth rakes against my neck before biting the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder. “Are you sure?” he rasps. “We don’t have to rush this. I can just make you come, beautiful.”
Fisting his short hair, I hold him against my neck. “Please,” I moan, digging my hand deeper into his pants, letting my nails scrape his skin.
His hips jerk, pressing him into my clit harder and I cry out. Oh, my God. I’m going to come just like this.
Pulling back, his breath races out of his mouth. Asher takes my face in his hands. Gaining some semblance of control, he asks again, “Are you sure? Once we do this, I don’t see myself letting us go. I want this. I want you. Your body, your heart. I care deeply about both of you.”
Unless you’re a mother, him bringing Ryder up in this moment might seem like a mood killer, but let me tell you, it’s the complete opposite. This man could take my body and use it and move on. But he’s looking at me, in my eyes, and giving me a piece of his heart. In turn, he’s inviting my son to have a piece as well.
I almost say it. My lips almost form the three words.
I don’t know why I would. We barely know each other. It’s just wild lust driving these emotions.Right?
I promised to try. And I want to. Not just this moment. I want all the ones to come.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Asher Hunter, I’m so sure. I want you. This. Us,” I almost choke with tears.
His lips descend and this kiss is slower, deeper, stamping words over my heart. Wrapped tightly around each other, Asherlifts me and guides us outside the laundry room. I’m lost in our kiss but eventually, I feel my back hit a soft mattress.
Opening my eyes, we’re in Asher’s room. Pulling away, he drags his hands down my body, hooking into my leggings. He waits for my signal. At my nod, Asher slowly takes both my leggings and underwear completely off.
The air hitting my wet center makes me gasp. My knees close, feeling exposed. I haven’t let another man see me naked in years. Asher reaches back and pulls his shirt off and I’m brought back to that first night.
His bare chest and low-set jeans exposes that dangerous sculpted V at his hips. Feeling brave, also remembering he’s already seen me naked, I sit up and take my shirt off, leaving me in just a lace bralette.
