Page 105 of The Best Men
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With that behind me, I can resume my beeline for the guest house.
And what I want most.
The second the door shuts, I erase the rest of the evening. I turn the lock and I am not opening it for anything less than a five-alarm fire.
“This is your five-second warning!” I announce. “If you’re asleep, I am waking you up with my mouth. Five, four, three—”
I turn into Asher’s room, and I can’t even finish.
My throat goes dry.
He’s waiting for me, all tanned and muscled and gloriously naked. Ankles crossed, flipping through a glossy magazine. “It’s about time. I was almost going to have to learn how to play beginner’s chess since I just read thisTravel & Leisurecover to cover. But don’t ask me a damn thing about traveling to Fiji, because I was thinking about sex on a tropical island the whole time.”
He tosses the magazine off the bed, and it skids across the tiles.
My eyes are greedy, and they drink up the sight of Asher stretched out in bed, his cock half hard, his hair still a little damp.
“I had to . . . talk to . . .” But I don’t finish that either. I’m done with words.
I take off my glasses, yank off my shirt, and climb on top of him. And I just start kissing him.
His neck, his jaw, his face.
He’s all shower clean and soapy and that drives me wild, since it’s mixed with that rainfall and summer breeze scent that is all Asher. Maybe I can bottle it, and inhale a whiff every now and then when I want to remember the good times.
This is it. My last chance to experience Asher St. James. I can’t afford to waste one more second.
I loop my hands through his too-long hair, tugging hard, making him groan. Making me instantly hard as granite.
Asher’s hands wrap around my back, skating down to my shorts. “Get these off.” For the last time, his strong hands undo my clothing.
Seconds later, we crash together. I want to feel him everywhere, his skin against mine, our limbs tangled, our bodies joined.
I kiss him harder, hungrier than I ever have before.
He’s right. I don’t have to use my words. He can read me in other ways.
And he has to know what’s in my head right now.
I didn’t know it could be so good.
I’ll never forget this.
I’ll never forgetus.
We grind against each other, and my body lights up like a neon sign at night. I’m so fucking aroused, I’m not sure I can withstand much foreplay.
But I’m willing to try, especially when I slide my hand between us, grip his cock, and swipe a thumb over the tip. Then, I use that liquid arousal, and mine, too, taking us both in hand, spreading it over our lengths.
He shudders from head to toe, and I grin wildly. I didthat. I made him feel that good. And I want him to feel all the things.
Letting go of our dicks, I break the kiss, rise up to my knees, and reach for the lube. I might be new to this, but I’m a good student, and I’ve done my homework.
Nudging his legs apart, I settle between them, savoring the view of this gorgeous man under me, his shaft at attention. “I’ll get you ready.”
Asher’s eyes twinkle. “Baby, I’m ready. I took care of that.”
