But I also loved that bed because Ash was so easy to fall asleep against. A lot of guys I knew didn’t like to cuddle when they slept, and while I adapted to it, it was never my preference. But Ash…that man gave me everything I wanted in the bedroom.
“Just like old times, huh?” he said.
I turned. He was standing…much closer than I thought he would. So close, in fact, that I could practically feel his presence. He moved one hand to my hip and left it there.
I felt paralyzed but paralyzed at the shock—in the best sense of the word—that this was happening. The darkness enveloped us in shadows, almost making us invisible to what each of us was about to do. It was…surreal.
After everything that had happened…after me moving down to Phoenix…after the numerous awkward conversations, being pushed away, everything…was this really, truly, honestly going to happen? Was he about to…?
Kiss me?
He leaned forward. I should have closed my eyes, but I kept them open. I almost feared if I closed them, I’d close off the opportunity. It was like I had to see it through. It couldn’t be real otherwise.
It was only when his lips finally did press upon mine that I finally closed my eyes. Yes.
It was real.
Asher
Was I caught up in the moment? Perhaps.
Did I give a fuck? Not at all.
The truth was, as I kissed her, I realized that I’d never lost my feelings for Callie. I might have wanted her the hell away from me, but that had nothing to do with her as a person. It had everything to do with her being alive.
But, fuck, if she was going to ignore me and my wishes, who the fuck was I to deny her? Who the hell was I to pass up sex?
No, that was too fucking crass for Callie. For any other woman, yeah, I probably would have just treated it as a chance for some hot pussy. But for…
Fuck, for my wife?
Let’s just say the feeling had been fucking brewing for some time. And it hit its peak right when we got into my apartment.Our apartment.
The old memories came flooding back. The good times. The great times. Funny thing about distance and perspective—once you got past the arguments and the fights, only the good remained. And as I saw Callie standing in the frame of the door, I couldn’t help but think of all the great times.
I couldn’t help but get near her and kiss her.
I couldn’t help but move my hands down her body and take her.
And as soon as my hand grabbed her ass, the sweetness and sentimentality of the moment vanished. It was time for Asher the man to take over. It was time to remind her that just because I’d been a devoted and “good” husband didn’t mean I couldn’t be a bad man in the bedroom.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed hard, pulling her in against my stiffening cock. I was easily aroused, a man with a high sex drive, but there was horny, and then there was so goddamn horny that I couldn’t keep my fucking wits about me. This was past even that stage.
“Oh, Ash,” she managed to get out, but I barely gave her time to speak. The less she spoke, the more I was doing—and the more she moaned and pulsed in pleasure, the better I was doing whatever I was doing.
I actually lifted her up and took her to our bed—a bed that looked like it hadn’t been touched in weeks. There was definitely dust on the bed, but I did not give two shits. Callie might have, but I think she was so caught up in the moment and what it meant that not even she would have cared.
I pounced on top of her and started kissing her once more. God, her soft body lying underneath mine—how I fucking missed it. I fucking missed the way she kissed—it was almost more of a bite than a kiss, but there was something so goddamn seductive about it that it made me lose my mind.
She tried to flip me over, a request I was more than happy to oblige. I rolled onto my back and reached for her ass, humping into her as we continued to kiss.
“Oh, fuck, I was hoping this would come,” she said in between breaths.
“Lucky for you, I’m happy to oblige,” I said.
She reached down under my shirt and lifted up. I sat up for a moment, tore off my cut and shirt, and let her go back to playing with my body. Callie always knew how to balance foreplay with actual sex, how to get me just to the edge and then ride me for a fucking awesome orgasm. That only happened because we’d been married and knew each other so well.
I guess there were perks to being fucking committed. Who the hell would have fucking guessed?
