Not after what we just did.
I finish my shower in vain, cursing his name under my breath.
I’m starting to think that I will never come, really come, unless it’s at the hands of Ash.
And that is out of the question.
Chapter 11
Asher
She’s struggling. This is stupid.
I can hear her through the bathroom door. The back and forth, the catch and release, she’s in turmoil. I’m not gonna lie, knowing that I have deconstructed her moral path a little gives me a bit of an ego boost. Who stays a virgin for the sake of being a virgin anyway? It’s not like the St. James’s are known for their straight and narrow ways. No, I don’t believe righteousness is involved at all. I think Harper is afraid. I also don’t think she has any reason to be afraid with me.
Kissing her is so natural. It’s so different from any other person I’ve ever kissed before. Most girls are hasty, trying to prove that they are good kissers. It’s forced passion that comes off as eager and needy. Not Harper. Harper kisses like she’s curious while revealing a part of herself no one else gets to see.
I want more. Everything that just happened out there only made me want more. Even if it was more than I could have imagined doing with her, ever.
“Fuck,” Harper’s irritated whisper comes from behind the door, and I hold my breath. I don’t want her to know I am standing here, listening to her trying to work out her frustrations in the shower.
I can hear her panting. She makes tiny moans that I am sure she is trying to keep quiet. What I wouldn’t give to be on the other side of the door. To watch her touching herself. To do it for her…
“Come on,” she says with worked up irritation. Then another, higher pitched gasp. She whimpers again, but only slightly. It’s as if she is forcing it, attempting to will the pleasure into existence.
“Ash…”
I stop, my attention jerking to the door, and I hold my breath waiting for her to say more.
Did she just say my name? Or did I imagine it? Fuck. My dick is as hard as granite listening to her right now, imagining her in there. Is it wrong to beat one out while standing here? It’s not like I’m watching her. And even if I were, she’s practically moaning my name anyway.
I reach in my shorts, still wet from the beach and the pool, and clasp my cock in my hand. I stroke it once, just enough to release a little pre-cum. Just enough for a small bit of relief. I am on the fast track to a nasty case of blue balls right now.
“Fuck!” Harper blurts out, and the shower shuts off. And that’s it. No climactic scream. No quivering shriek. Nothing.
She didn’t get off.
I back away from the door and seconds later she comes out in a towel. Without looking at me, she takes a hard right into the bedroom and closes the door. I let out the breath I have apparently been holding for the last six minutes and hop in the shower myself to rinse off. When I get out, I put on one of the spa robes and make my way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
Harper comes out a few minutes later with wet hair and flushed cheeks. She’s wearing a pale pink oversized t-shirt with no sign of a bra underneath, short, gray cotton shorts that barelycover her ass and nothing else. She smells like coconut and vanilla and flowers, and my balls go two shades bluer.
“No luck?” I ask. I am sitting on the couch nursing a beer. It’s some kind of amber ale from a local microbrewery. I didn’t even know Costa Rica had microbreweries.
“What are you talking about?” she asks, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.
I take another slow sip of beer and point to the bathroom. For a second, she looks lost, then her eyes widen and her mouth pops open.
“Were you spying on me?” she asks.
“No,” I lie. “You weren’t exactly quiet.”
Harper’s cheeks flush red, and it spreads all the way down to her neck.
I sit up. “But you weren’t exactly loud either, which leads me to believe that it was less than satisfactory.”
“I cannot believe you were spying on me!” she cries out, and I stand up.
“Well, it’s kind of hard not to when you’re cussing in frustration,” I point out. I could mention that she said my name, but I decide not to. I’m not actually looking to fight with her right now.
