He searches my eyes, his expression almost tortured, and for a moment I think he might stop.
Until he kisses me.
The contact of our lips is an open flame to gasoline, and he devours me as his hand moves lower, his fingers sinking into my wetness. He growls into my mouth, a possessive, domineering sound that has me whimpering.
He circles his finger around my opening, then pulls his hand out. His fingers shine with my arousal, and my cheeks heat. “Is this all for me, Ella?” I nod, my body tremblingagainst his. He returns his hand to my pussy and moves in and out of me slowly, adding another finger, then another. He bites my bottom lip before running his tongue across it, his hold on my neck still strong. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me again with more urgency than before.
The heel of his hand presses into my clit and I cry out into his mouth, my climax getting closer, my body tightening with every movement.
I arch my back. “Asher, yes?—”
He kisses my neck. “Say my name again.”
“Asher, Asher?—”
“Louder.”
I cry out his name, my orgasm slamming into me, glorious ebbs of pleasure powering through my body.
When I slump back against his chest, he keeps his hand on my neck, his breath quick like he experienced the pleasure through me.
“I should go.”
My eyes snap open, and he removes his hand from my sweats.
Oh, God. What did you do? Do you make weird noises when you come?
“Go? Why?” I watch as he gets up and goes for the door. “Asher! You can’t just make me come then leave!”
He faces me, running his hand across his mouth. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for that to happen. That isn’t why I came here.”
He avoids my eye, and he shifts in place.
Oh. My. God.
My shoulders soften as realization dawns. “You came over to break up with me.”
He winces. “Something like that, yeah.” Fury bolts through my system, and I pick up a couch cushion andlaunch it at him. It smacks him in the face before thudding to the ground. “Ella, I’m sorry?—”
“Take your sorry and shove it up your ass!” I screech, fully aware that I’m leaning into unhinged territory, and not fucking caring. I hop up onto the couch. “I like you. I really like you. What the hell did I do wrong?”
His brows pinch together, and God, he looks like he pities me.
Throw something else at him!
And he’s also bleeding.
My hands fly to my mouth as Asher touches his cheek, where the zip of the cushion must have caught his skin. “Oh, my God.” I scramble over the couch to go to him, cupping his face. “I’m so sorry.”
He sighs. “It’s fine?—”
“You’re bleeding, Asher!” I examine the cut, tears welling in my eyes.
“I’m leaving.”
My heart almost stops. “I’m sorry, I?—”
He takes hold of my wrists gently. “No, I mean … Barnaby doesn’t need me to stay for much longer. I’m leaving San Francisco.” He searches my eyes. “I like you, too. So fucking much, Ella. But I can’t torture myself by only having you for a few more weeks.” He kisses me gently, and I don’t have the strength to pull away. “I don’t want just moments with you, so I have to end this.” Another kiss, longer this time, and it reignites the fire we’d shared only minutes ago.
