Asher leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. He nips and pulls, tugs and sucks on my breasts. I am near convulsing as he moves to the other and bites down, hard.
I lean forward and take his mouth in mine, massaging my tongue against his. Sweat trickles on the skin of my back as I work his body harder and faster.
Our arms hold tight onto one another and our kisses are deeper. Our bodies are so tightly drawn together I hope they never separate. I feel the buildup inside my body. If I stop I may lose it so I continue to pump and grind and build and burn until I explode.
Heaven and hell and everything in between open up as I writhe around him, coming hard and breathless. I don’t stop moving, trying to make this ride last forever.
“That’s my beautiful girl. Come for me, baby. Stay with me. Say you’re mine.”
Through heavy breaths and hooded eyes, I continue to move against him and utter the words against his lips, “I’m yours.”
He breathes out a cry and I know it’s his turn so I ride him gently to the end and let him find his release.
Our arms still around each other, our lips still attached, we breathe in each other’s air, coming down from our erotic experience.
Looking into his eyes, I see my beautiful Asher. My sweet Alexander. The man I fell down the rabbit hole for.
He leans back to look at me. His mouth curls up and he smiles so big and bright—that gorgeous illuminated smile I missed so much is back.
“I need you, Emma.”
“I’m yours.”
With my words, he leans forward and kisses me again and I hope he never, ever stops.
chapter TWENTY-FIVE
Alexander and I finally make it back to my bedroom. He looks around at the pale yellow walls and remarks about my favorite color. I love that he remembered.
He is walking around my room in his black boxer briefs eating a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal. Apparently, he worked up an appetite.
I throw on an old T-shirt and panties, crawl onto my full-size bed and sit Indian style. Asher looks down at the size of it, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“I need a bigger bed. I’ll go out tomorrow and buy a new one.”
He takes another bite of cereal and a small bit of milk pools at the side of his mouth. Using the back of his hand, he wipes it away and looks back at me. His brow wrinkles. “Why would you buy a new bed?”
I tilt my head at him, my hair falling down my shoulder. “It’s too small for the two of us.”
He takes another bite of his cereal and swallows. “Yeah, but we won’t be sleeping in it.” His tone is matter-of-fact.
Okay, so I get how he thinks we’ll be having massive amounts of sex on the bed, but I hope he knows he has to sleep over. I’m not one of those girls he can sleep with and then leave before the sun comes up. If he thinks that’s going to happen then he’s not nearly as serious as I thought and everything he said is just—
“Why won’t we be sleeping in it?” My words come out tentative and soft.
He shrugs his shoulders, indifferently. “Because we’ll be sleeping in my bed.”
Oh.
When he sees my face, which I’m sure is confused, he puts the bowl down on my dresser and walks toward me. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he looks down at me, his hands at his side. “You’re not living here anymore, Emma.”
My brows shoot up at him. “What?”
Alexander climbs on the bed, up to the place next to me, stretching out along the top of the comforter. His feet hit the very edge and his arm curls up around the pillow and leans his hand on his head, propping it up. “You’re moving in with me.”
My heart stops for a beat, and I have to remind myself to breathe. This is an unexpected turn of events. “I am not moving in with you.”
“Yes, you are. My girl is not sleeping in a ground floor apartment in downtown Manhattan every night by herself. It’s bad enough I’ve been following you home every night just to make sure you’re home safely. I want you with me, in my bed, every night.”
