“Kiss me,” I say, leaning into him, taking his lips back in mine. He seems hesitant at first but then his mouth opens up further, drinking me in as he did before.
We are a mess of emotions.
Two broken people trying to be put back together.
And one we become.
His hands lower under my bottom and grabs on tight as he stands and lifts us from the chair. My legs grip tighter to his waist and my arms cling to his neck to keep from falling as we move through the room. He must know how to navigate the space in the dark because his mouth is still on mine and his movements are sure and aimed for a very specific destination.
He loosens one hand to open the door to the music room. Not caring if anyone is in the hallway, he walks us down the corridor and turns to another door, opening it and shoving it closed with his foot after we enter.
My back is lowered onto a plush bed of fine linens. It feels divine. Not as divine as the hands of the man who is still holding me.
Asher breaks the kiss and kneels over me. Hooded eyes skim my body. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I take the empowerment I get under his stare and lift my back up off the bed and help him undress.
First, I peel off his shirt and get an intimate view of the perfectly sculpted chest I was admiring earlier.
My hands rub over the hard muscle and weave in the soft hairs of his stomach that lead a trail to the edge of his boxer briefs sticking out of his shorts.
Next, I unhook his belt and leave it hanging loosely from the hooks. My fingers, steady and controlled, undo the top button of his shorts and then glide the zipper down.
With a hiss through his teeth and his stomach constricting, I lower his shorts until they’re hanging loosely off his hips. I reach my hand inside and pull his massive erection from his boxers, feeling the weight of it in my hand and rubbing my palm up and down his length, circling my thumb around the tip.
“Baby, that feels so good. You feel so good.” His moans send me into erotic bliss. I lean forward and lick the very sensitive head, swirling my tongue around in circles and then glide up the vein until Asher’s head falls back.
“Emma . . .”
I lick and roll and dance with him, taking him to the back of my throat and listening to the beautiful sounds his he makes with every ounce of pleasure I am giving him.
Warm hands snake around my head. His fingers weave into my hair, guiding my head up. For as worked up as he is, Asher gently guides me back until he is settled above me, between my legs, and kisses me with a steadied passion that is more determined and purposeful than anything he has exhibited in the short time I’ve known him.
“I need to be inside of you.” His voice is hushed, his breathing hard. “I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe until I’m buried deep inside you.”
My body is burning with want and lust for this man. The taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him between my thighs is too much. My core is begging to be taken and if he doesn’t tame the throbbing between my legs I might just flip him over and straddle him on my own.
I have nothing to offer in the form of words so I give him my permission by pushing his clothes off as far as I can reach. My palm flat against his gorgeous ass, pulling him toward me.
“I need to hear you say it.” He says, not budging his body from hovering over mine. I want him lower. On me. In me. I want him closer but he’s holding back.
“Say what?” I ask, looking up into those eyes that have turned my heart citrine.
“Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say the words.” His chiseled face, softens with emotion.
His eyes are asking me for something very more than just sex.
They’re asking me to fix him.
To let him fix me.
They’re asking me to love him.
My throat tightens and my mouth waters. From the tips of my toes to the pad of my fingers, my skin is on fire and igniting brighter with every extra inch of skin of his that touches mine. Together, we are a raging fever. The only antidote is to quell the desire burning between us.
“I need you, Asher. I need you to make me feel. I need you to make me burn. I need you to burn with me.”
“It’s you,” he says as his lips come crashing back down on mine. In a heartbeat his clothes are completely off and he is opening a foil packet I didn’t see him grab. He slides the condom down his shaft and positions just outside of me.
With soft kisses and strong hands, he holds me still as he enters. My back instantly bows and arches into him. If I thought the feel of him outside of my clothing was intense, the feeling of him inside me is immeasurable.
