Page 602 of One More Kiss

Chapter7

Asher

The way that Kristee is looking at me through the mirrored glass has my heart threatening to burst free from my chest.

I watched her as she looked at my home. Her face gave away everything she was thinking and feeling. It was like reading a book.

She sees it.

She sees me.

She understands.

I saw her jump when I spoke from behind her. She was so enraptured with my home that she didn’t realize I had approached.

She knows I’m right here now. I’m so close I could reach out and turn her. She would end up in my arms. But I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to spook her.

We stare at each other through our reflections.

She inhales and her chest swells. My eyes are drawn down to the lushness of her supple breasts. Looking at her in the window, I just take her in. Her eyes are wide and luminous, surrounded by her wild curls. Her face is smooth, the skin clear and tight. Her brows draw my attention to her stunning eyes. Her nose is just perfect while her lips are shapely and lush. Her neck is long and slender. Her chest is full beneath my black t-shirt, while her waist seems to indent at her floral skirt. Her hips flare. Her body is concealed, yet accentuated, by her simple clothes. I’m dying to see it.

She exhales deeply before turning to face me. Reaching out, she slides her hand down my arm to my hand. She traces my tattoos with her fingertip. Starting at my knuckles before moving on to the back of my hand and around my wrist. Following them up my forearm, pausing her erotic exploration at the hem of my sleeve on my upper arm. “How far do these go up? Do you have more?” Her voice is breathless and sexy as she asks.

Without hesitation, I grab my t-shirt between my shoulder blades and yank, removing it from my body and over my head. It’s fisted in my hand before I drop it to the floor beside us.

Her breathing hitches as her hands return to my body. She looks her fill while running her palms over my sides, chest, and stomach, touching all of the ink occupying the space. She mutters, “Your back? More there?” In answer, I turn, allowing her hands to glide to my back. She leans in, her breath caressing my skin as her hands explore the tattoos there, too.

Her lips press against my spine, and I jerk in response. My nostrils are flaring, and my hands are clenched into fists as I try to refrain from grabbing her and pressing her to the window to devour her. She mutters, “So much ink. So beautiful. Your body is art, Asher.”

I cannot take another second. I have to touch her.

Whirling, I crowd her against the window. Her back is flush with the glass as my hands grip the sides of her face. Staring down at her as my knee settles between her thighs, I feel her tremble. But fear is the last thing she’s feeling. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at me. Her hands are digging into my sides, pulling me even closer to her. She’s panting as she says, “I want you, Asher. I want you more than I want anything else in this moment. I feel so free… so invigorated… so alive. Because of you.”

Thank God.

Because I want you, too. I want you more than anything, Kristee. But not just underneath me. I want you beside me. I want to navigate this shit show that we call life together.

I want you with me.

My chest tightens as the multitude of emotions I’m feeling threaten to consume me.

All I manage to say is, “Good. Because you’ve got me,” before my mouth closes over hers. Gripping her hips, I lift her. Her knees wrap around my waist as our mouths fuse together and the window gives me leverage. My hands leave her waist, trailing over her hips, and under her skirt, feeling the smoothness of her thighs for the first time. My fingers tighten, kneading the skin. She mewls into my mouth. “Asher… Oh, Asher… Yes…”

The words are swallowed by my kiss. We’re crazed, frantic, almost manic as we kiss and touch. Our mouths are fused together as our tongues slide and our teeth clash. Her hands are all over my back, caressing up, and then down my sides, before her nails dig into the tight muscles there. Like she cannot touch me enough.

Her mouth is wrenched from mine only long enough for her to gasp out, “Too many clothes.”

Indeed. I agree.

Gripping her hips once again, I adjust her, taking on her weight, and whirling from the window. The piano is the closest surface to us, so I stalk to it. Setting her hips onto the top of it, I trail my lips down her chin and neck. Her head falls back as she moans incoherently. She arches into my hands and mouth.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I grip it. Lifting my head, I stare into her eyes as she looks down at me through slitted lids. “Are you sure, Kristee?”

She nods. “More sure than anything.”

Grabbing her shirt, she takes over, raising it over her head. Her hair flies around her face and shoulders as she tosses the shirt to the floor. My hands smooth over her thighs, gliding towards her waist as she reaches behind her back. Her bra loosens, the cups gapping away from her breasts as she continues to watch me watch her. I’m mesmerized.

Her bra slides down her arms and she tosses it to join the shirt on the floor. My hands tighten on her thighs as her full, lush breasts swing before my face. Groaning, “Kristee… so fucking perfect… So beautiful.” I capture a nipple with my mouth. She moans in response, her back arching more, pushing her breast into my chin.

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