The date was amazing, but now that we are back at the clubhouse, I don’t want to part.
“I wish we had our own place,” I say suddenly, my cheeks pinkening at the insinuation we would live together.
“Panther said I could buy a place, or we could build one here. We have plenty of land. Is that what you want?” he asks.
“That actually sounds great, but I don’t know if I want to wait years while living in this place,” I admit as he walks me down the hall to my room.
“We could rent a place in town until it’s ready if you wanted,” he says, pushing me into the wall next to my door before pressing his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.
“I like that idea, but maybe we wait another couple of months. I’m not sure I am ready for the real world yet.”
“Anything you want, baby, I’ll do.”
I can see the conviction in his eyes. He means it. If I ordered him to leave, he would in a heartbeat, even if it ripped his own out.
I would never, though. Not when he holds my heart in his hands.
“Come inside?” I ask him.
He groans. “I don’t know if that is such a great idea. I don’t know if I can control myself.”
I lick his bottom lip. “Who said I wanted you to?”
Pushing him back, I open my door, then step backward inside. When he moves forward, his eyes following my every move, I know I have him. He won’t be leaving tonight if I have any say in it.
The door clicks shut behind him, the lock turning the only sound in the room.
Slowly, I back toward the bed.
“I need help taking my shoes off. Could you help me?” I whisper.
He moves quickly, dropping to his knees in front of me. My jeans are tight against my skin. It makes me wish I hadn’t worn them, but I wanted on his bike. I needed to wear them for safety.
Right now, I wish I had said fuck safety.
Still, his hands burn through the denim of my jeans as he runs them from my upper thighs down to my ankles.
One at a time, he removes my biker boots, kissing the inside of my thigh as he does. My pussy is aching for him. I need him to do more than light kisses and touches.
After my shoes are off, he doesn’t stop touching me. Instead, he rubs his hands up and down my legs, squeezing my ass when he finally sweeps high enough up.
“Is there anything else you need from me, Aspen?”
I nod. “I need my pants off.”
He growls before his fingers find the button of my jeans. He undoes them, pulling them down my legs, my panties getting tangled up in them until I fall back onto the bed. He gets them off me in record time.
“Is that it?” he asks, looking up at me from between my legs.
I am bare to him, my own arousal slickening my pussy. I need his mouth there now, but I am shy all of a sudden.
With other guys, this wouldn’t be an issue, but this is Asher.
My Asher.
“Speak the words and it’s yours, Aspen. You only need to ask,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the skin of my upper thigh as he wraps my leg around his shoulder.
The other leg goes next, leaving me open to him.
