Page 71 of Faking All the Way
“Last night. What happened between us.” I turn in my seat to face him fully, my heart pounding. “The way thingskeephappening between us.”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares down at the steering wheel. “Kat…”
“Because I can’t keep pretending this tension doesn’t exist when it’s driving me insane.” My frustration spills out, all the confusion and desire I’ve been trying to suppress bubbling over. “Every time you touch me, every time you look at me like that, I feel like I’m going to combust. Like I’m going to spontaneously catch fire. And Iknowyou feel it too. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you touch me.”
Asher drags in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. When he turns to look at me, his blue-gray eyes are blazing with heat, but they’re still a bit shuttered too. “It’s not supposed to be this complicated.”
“But itis,” I push back, gesturing with my hands. “It clearly is. And ignoring it isn’t making it go away.”
Silence stretches between us again. It looks like he’s struggling with himself, some internal battle playing out behind his eyes. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, but somehow I find the courage to speak again.
“Maybe we should just have sex.” The words come out quieter than I meant for them to, but at least my voice is steady. I force myself to hold his gaze. “It doesn’t have to be more than that. But there’s obviously this attraction between us, and it’s driving me insane pretending there isn’t. So maybe we could… adjust our deal.”
His brows draw together a little, the only shift in his expression.
“We can keep fake dating,” I continue, the words coming faster now. “Nothing about that has to change. But we can do other things too. No strings attached, no feelings. Just… sex. To get it out of our systems.”
Asher lets out a ragged breath, his eyes burning into mine. “Is that really what you want?”
I nod, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Yes. So fucking badly.”
The confession hangs in the air between us. I’ve never been this direct with anyone, never put myself out there like this. But I’m tired of pretending, tired of dancing around this chemistry between us.
He hesitates for one more long moment, and I wait, my pulse galloping in my throat. I can see the exact moment he makes his decision, the moment his control finally snaps. Something shifts in his expression, the careful restraint falling away.
“Fuck it.”
He reaches for me across the console, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me roughly toward him. Then his mouth is on mine, and this kiss burns with hunger and days of pent-up need. It’s hard and desperate, nothing held back this time.
I kiss him back with equal fervor, my hands tangling in his dark hair as I try to get closer, to eliminate every inch of space between us. He tastes like everything I’ve been craving, and I can’t get enough. My heart pounds so hard that it makes me feel dizzy, and I almost feel like I’m floating as I lose myself in the possessive wildness of his kiss.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. His thumb strokes over my swollen lips, tracing their curves.
“Your place or mine?” he asks, his tone low and hungry.
“Mine,” I breathe. “Definitely mine.”
Because I want him in my bed, in my space. I want to wake up tomorrow morning with his scent on my pillows and the memory of his hands on my skin.
Even if it’s just for a little while.
Even if it’s just to get it out of our systems.
Even if I suspect it’s going to ruin me for anyone else.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Asher
I pull Kat back into another kiss before either of us can think too hard about what we just agreed to, what line we’re about to cross. It’s like I’m a man who’s been starving for weeks, finally allowed to feast on what he’s been craving. She whimpers against my lips, and the sound shoots through me like fire, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. My hands tighten on her, pulling her closer even though the center console is in the way.
Despite the fact that I just asked her “your place or mine,” I can’t seem to pull myself away from her long enough to actually get out of the car and make it inside. My hands start to roam as we kiss, mapping the curves I’ve been fantasizing about for days.
I slide a hand between her thighs, feeling the heat there even through the denim of her jeans. I search for where I think her clit is and press, rubbing through the fabric in slow circles. She moans softly against my mouth, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully. She shifts on the seat, opening her legs a littlemore for me despite the cramped confines of the car, and that small surrender makes something primal howl inside my chest.
I kiss down her neck, finding a spot that makes her gasp. I nip at the skin there, marking her, my hand still working between her legs. I press harder, half tempted to make her fall apart right here in the car before we even make it inside.
