Page 73 of Addiction

CHAPTER TWENTY

Asher

“What’s your smug ass laughing at?”

“That you can’t help yourself.”

I frown. “With what?”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Noticed what?” I start to slowly feel my insides chill, knowing full well what he’s on about, but I give him my best poker face. He quickly looks at the doorway before strolling over toward me. Wyatt may be my best friend, but he’s also intimidating at times. Only I don’t know if that’s because of his attitude or because my thoughts of him go way beyond the friend zone.

“The way you look at me.”

A nervous chuckle leaves my throat. “You been on the whiskey again?” I ask.

“So you’re not denying it?”

“I’m not owning up to anything either because you’re full of shit.”

He steps closer and like a weak child frightened by the hulk in front of me, I step back, hitting the wall as I do so.

“We both know I’m not.” He smirks. “We both know what you’re too afraid to speak of—what you’re too afraid to explore. I see you, Asher. I. See. You.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.” He steps closer and my damn heart betrays me, banging like a fucking drum the closer he gets. His bodywash fills my senses, his hard body practically pressing against me. “Tell me you don’t want to know what it’s like.”

“I don’t,” I say, my voice weak.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispers, now pressing himself against me more, a move I’m secretly loving. “But while you’ve been sneaking glances at me you’ve failed to see what's right under your nose.”

I swallow hard as he continues.

“Because while you’ve been wondering what it would be like, I’ve been picturing my mouth around your cock the whole time.”

Heat races up from my toes and pools in my lower groin. A need I’ve never felt with a woman clings to me like a second skin, almost as if it’s eating its way inside. Everything I ever thought or questioned hits just as forcefully as Wyatt’s eyes burn into mine.

What the fuck is happening.

“Would you like that, Ash? My mouth around your cock?”

“You’re crazy, man,” I grunt out.

I can’t help the breath that escapes my throat when his fingers brush over my torso, his face so close to mine. Anyone could walk in and catch us, yet as much as I need us to part ways, I’m frozen on the spot, not wanting to move either.

“I am crazy,” he whispers. “But only for you.”

I hear his towel hit the floor before his thick arms cage me in, and he presses himself against me so I feel his erection. I bite down on my back teeth.

What the fuck is going on here?

“I only want you, Asher. And I know you want me.”

“You’re wrong.”

A teasing smile tugs the corner of his lips. “I don’t see you fighting me off.”