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“I know that.”
“Now, let go.”
“You still haven’t asked nicely.” He grinned, his hands sliding down my body, and he squeezed my asscheeks.
“Asher.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across my face. I liked that. And I liked that he wanted those who mattered to him the most to know about me.
“Cosette.” He leaned forward and began peppering my face with kisses.
“Stooopppp.” I giggled, my resistance lessening. I really liked this. I liked him.
Asher suddenly slid his hand behind my thighs, picked me up, and slammed his lips against mine. His tongue was in my mouth before I could even register what was going on. But honestly, I wasn’t upset at all. Instead, I willingly let him taste all that he wanted. I threw my arms around his shoulders and threaded my fingers in his hair.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled my body into him as tightly as I could. His excitement was growing with each passing second, hardening against my center that was quickly becoming hot and wet.
I dove in breathlessly, aggressively wrestling with his tongue. His fingers dug into the back of my legs, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It matched mine, racing in excited anticipation. He pulled away from my lips and began sucking on my neck. I bit back my moan, not wanting to come across as easy.
“I didn’t come here so we’d have sex,” I gasped breathlessly, a shiver running through my spine.
He licked at the spot on my neck he’d sucked on. “Is that you saying we can’t?” he rasped.
“No.”
He bit down. With his lips lifting into a smile against my skin, he carried me to the bed.
He threw me down and crawled toward me, sliding his hands against my knees, and shoved my legs open. Soft nips trailed up the insides of my thighs. For whatever reason, this time I wanted him to leave some sort ofmark on my skin. Evidence that I was only his. A mark that would last longer than some hickey.
“Harder,” I moaned as he neared the crease in my leg that met the edge of my thong with his teeth.
His tongue slid across my wet panties toward the opposite leg, and then he bit down.
Hard.
I yelped as his fingers dug into my thighs. Pushing myself up, I found his eyes lifting from between my thighs, hunger dripping from his gaze. He increased the pressure of his bite, and faint blood oozed from the wound as one hand of his left my skin.
My heart raced as I watched him reach into his own pants, excited, and pump himself. All thoughts immediately soared away. I had no words, nothing left to say as pleasure took the place of rationality.
His pleasure.
My own pleasure.
Every exhausting peak. Every edging. Every build of pressure between my legs. I didn’t care what time it was, who else existed, because nothing and no one except for Asher filled my mind. Stars exploded, the silver bursts of lights popped behind my eyes as my body quivered, aching for relief from him.
Again.
And again.
Chapter 17
“Ring finger on the fifth string,” Asher purred in my ear, gently guiding my fingers to the correct fret on the guitar. He sat behind me, enveloping me in his embrace while attempting to teach me a few simple chords. I was too distracted by his touch to remember everything he was saying, but he didn’t seem to care.
“And strum.” He slid his fingers away, letting them brush across my skin before I strummed the chord. It actually sounded decent despite the goosebumps that had erupted across my arms. “There you go, Princess.”
I leaned back against his bare torso, feeling nothing but absolute bliss. Pillows were propped behind his body, and he had nothing but his boxers on, as I relaxed in one of his cut-offs. Strumming through a few of the chords that I could remember, I took a deep breath.
“I should go home at some point,” I mumbled.
“Not yet.” He kissed the back of my neck below the messy bunthat now sat atop my head.
