Page 135 of The Best Men
“Did you?” His gaze travels to my mouth. And he licks his lips. “I took a nice long walk already too. I asked the cab driver to drop me at the corner of Sixtieth, so I could wake up a little before walking into that party.”
“Interesting,” I say.
“Mmm,” he agrees. “So what’s your next idea?”
I stick my hand in the air. “Taxi!”
* * *
“More,” Asher growls. “Yes. Harder.”
I look down at the muscular Adonis that I’m currently drilling into my bed. He’s on his back, strong arms braced against the headboard, staring up at me with lust-filled hazel eyes. His chest is flushed and his lips are swollen from our make-out session in the taxi.
Barely twenty minutes have passed since we stumbled into my apartment and began shedding our clothes in a breadcrumb trail from the entrance, through the living room, down the hall, and into my bed.
We’d communicated in only one-word commands, likeyes,more,baby.
Except for when Asher managed to string four words together at once:fuck me right now.
Yessir. So here we are, with me groaning through ragged thrusts, losing my ever-loving mind. “Fuck.” I’m valiantly trying to stave off the inevitable. “Close,” I warn.
The problem is made worse by Asher’s big hands that wander along my bare chest, lighting me up wherever they land. And then there’s the view of his flexing pecs, dusted with honey-toned hair. The six pack makes me drool, too.
But the thing that’s got me hanging by a thread is the look of ownership in his sex-darkened eyes. Like he needs me as much as I need him right now. Like he’s burning up for it.
“Fuck,” he moans with all the eloquence the moment calls for. “Roll.”
“What?”
He doesn’t explain. He takes action instead, wrapping his legs around my ass, grabbing my shoulders and rolling me underneath him. In the time it takes me to do a slow blink, I’m on my back while Asher rides my dick with athletic finesse.
And,whoa. If I thought the view was good before, now it’s mind-shattering. Asher’s pistoning body rocks over mine in a feral swagger as he takes me deep. Those bright eyes roam my frame with an intensity that I can feel almost like a sunburn.
The change in position has done good things for my stamina, too. I reach for his cock and give it a lazy stroke, his hot girth sliding against my palm.
He groans, a vein in his neck pulsing. “So. Good.” He locks his arms against the headboard and stares into my eyes. I’m so turned on, but I’m also completely at peace with this man and his warm gaze and the sound of our skin slapping in a naughty rhythm.
This moment iseverything. I’ve missed him so much.
But then Asher does something that blows up my self-control once again. He leans down to kiss me.
I have to crane my neck to meet him. But the moment our tongues touch, I let out a moan. Because it’s all too much. His taste and his skin and the scent of sex.
“Come,” he whispers against my lips. “Do it.”
And, yup. I’m done just like that—pouring my entire soul into the condom with a teeth-rattling groan.
“Baby, yesssss,” Asher says, the words a scrape against my lips. Then he shudders and paints my chest as he slows down the pump of his hips. Like a wind-up toy winding down, he slows to a stop before collapsing in a sweaty mess on my chest.
Everything is silent except for the thump of my heart against his. We’re still in the midst of a long, slow kiss that eventually ends with a wetsnick.
After a long moment of stillness, I realize I’m clutching his body to my chest, as if afraid that he’ll get away from me. I relax my grip, and Asher eases off with a quiet moan. “Wow.”
“Wow.”
He flops onto the bed beside me, and neither of us says a word for a few minutes. My thoughts are billowing around the room. I wonder briefly what I did to deserve this bliss.
“So this is your place,” Asher says in a gruff, blissed-out voice.
