Page 88 of Exactly What I Needed
Drake groaned as a hand snapped around my wrist. I blinked, looking at Asher, who didn’t acknowledge me or the conversation before dragging me toward his room.
“Dinner’s going to be here any minute!” Kieron shouted as the door clicked shut.
Asher pulled his pants off and tossed them on the bed. “Show me,” he growled, walking to the closet to grab a pair of sweatpants.
“Excuse me? You don’t get to demand a present. That’s something—”
He whipped around and lifted his brows, daring me to continue. I immediately shut my mouth and placed the rolled-up poster against my chest.
“Show. Me,” he demanded again, tying off the gray sweats. I let my eyes wander down his figure for a moment, before snapping them back up to his gaze—a gaze that was intense and controlling.
“Okay,” I whispered, and pulled the poster away from my body, letting it unravel from my fingers. Asher’s gaze swept across the picture that faced him and immediately stopped moving.
His eyes widened, brightening with excitement, and a grin spread across his lips.
“This is for me?” He continued staring at it. I nodded but didn’t say anything. “Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, practically drooling.
My heart raced in my chest. I’d hoped he’d like it, but I definitely wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction.
I stretched my hand out, closer to him, offering him the option to take it from me. His fingers mindlessly wrapped around the border, his eyes studying every inch of the picture. I watched his gaze start at the top, brushing quickly past the black background, and then slow as it reached the grand piano. He tipped his head and licked his lips, his chest rising faster and faster. One set of mindless fingers traced my nearly naked body that leaned back against the piano keys.
The white lace lingerie did barely anything to conceal my body, but instead of feeling embarrassed or worried, his lingering stare and dilating pupils emboldened me. His smile widened while he read the words beneath the stage that Izzy had green-screened beneath the piano.
“I’m about to turn into that cliché teenage boy, but this is going on my ceiling,” he muttered to himself. I was practically non-existent to him at the moment.
“I’ll go get some tacks or something. Do you know where they are?” I replied.
He threw a thumb over his shoulder. “I think there’s some of that blue sticky putty in the kitchen.” His eyes never left the poster.
Giggling quietly, I silently walked out of the room and down the hallway. Drake was now in front of the sink, washing the dishes that he’d burned food in. His gaze narrowed at my approach, and he turned his nose up.
I rolled my eyes as I began pulling open random drawers.
“What are you looking for?” he asked, refusing to look at me, but offering help.
“That sticky stuff you can use to hang things up on walls without creating holes.” I pulled open another drawer.
“YOU ALREADY GOT IT?” Kieron shouted from the couch.
“Yes, I did,” I replied as Drake tugged open a drawer and snagged a package of the putty.
“And I didn’t get to see the finished product?” he whined, slumping backwards.
“Obviously not. It wasn’t for you.” I grabbed the putty from Drake and smiled appreciatively at him.
“What’d you get? What are you talking about?” Jaxon asked from the kitchen as Drake returned to the dishes. Though I could tell he was listening to the conversation.
“None of your business.” I turned to head back down the hallway when a shirtless Asher poked his head out of his room.
“A naughty poster!” he gushed and then snapped back inside the bedroom.
“A WHAT?” Jaxon, Drake, and the two girls all blurted out.
Asher’s head popped back out of the room. “She’s practically nakey.” He wiggled his brows like a little kid and then disappeared again. My cheeks burned red-hot as I walked as quickly as I could away from everyone else.
I wasn’t sure who said what as I blocked out the embarrassment and rushed into the bedroom.
Glaring at a giddy Asher, who was lying on his bed, kicking his feet up behind him, I walked over and threw the package at his back.
