Asher closed his eyes as the knock echoed in his chamber. It was one in the morning and this time he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of his door.
The knock came again, soft but not timid. He threw the covers aside, pulled on his robe and went to answer it.
Felicity stood in the hallway. She said nothing as she stared up at him. He said nothing as he stood aside and let her in.
He shut the door, and as he turned back she lifted on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was a heated, desperate kiss and it made his knees weak and his body shake with desire for her. He cupped her face and returned it, their tongues merging desperately, her body lifting against his with little mewls at the back of her throat.
Finally, he found some level of strength to pull away. Not because he didn’t want her but because this thing between them was rapidly spiraling out of control.
“Felicity—” he began.
She shook her head and untied her robe, dropping it around her feet to reveal she was once again naked beneath. “Don’t,” she whispered. “Just…please.”
He moved on her, all other thought or denial or protest lost in the haze of needing her. And wanting to give her all the pleasure she’d so long been denied.
He brushed his lips to hers, gentler this time. She lifted toward him, but he pulled back. “If you’re asking me to give you what you want, then let me give it to you,” he said.
She gave him a look of exasperation, but then she stood back, arms wide. “You think I’m here for the wrong reasons. That I’m trying to use your body to…I don’t even know what.”
“You are,” he said. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. So I’m going to touch you, Felicity. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to release you from the pleasure.”
She smiled, a tiny, wicked expression, and his cock twitched with desire. She walked away from him, hips twitching suggestively before she climbed into his bed and settled back on his pillows.
“What are you waiting for?” she murmured, beckoning him to her.
He went—how could he refuse when she was so delectable and perfect and ready for him? He took a place beside her, propping up on his elbow to watch her reaction as he began to touch her. He stroked his hand over her slowly, cupping her breast, flicking a thumb over the nipple as her breath became ragged.
She watched as his hand crested lower, brushing her stomach, fingers curling over her hip. She lifted those hips toward him, reaching for what he had not yet given.
He chuckled at the fierce look of determination on her face, the silent demand that he touch her intimately.
“You want me to touch you?” he asked.
To his surprise, she shook her head. “No. I want you to put your cock in me. To claim me. Are you going to do that?”
Her blunt request, given in such a matter-of-fact tone both took him off guard and aroused him beyond measure. “Felicity,” he began.
She reached for him, pulling his robe apart, letting the back of her hand trace the rigid line of his cock. “You want to,” she whispered, taunting him, teasing him.
He nodded. “I very much do. This isn’t about not wanting you.”
“Then what is it about?” she asked.
“Regret,” he admitted after a long pause to consider her question.
She stiffened. “Yours or mine?”
His lips parted at the tension in her voice. At the question itself. “Yours. I would not want you to regret whatever we do.”
She sat up and looked down at him, her face taut with desire and tension. “You say you want to pleasure me, but you don’t realize that I also want to pleasure you. Won’t you let me?”
He hesitated. This desperation of hers was not the right reason to take her. He was trying to avoid that, trying to avoid some temporary fix for a larger issue.
She leaned down and touched him again, this time taking him in hand and stroking him. Pleasure shot through his body and made it almost impossible to think rationally.
“You think taking me will make me regret,” she said, her tone suddenly soft and seductive. “What about if I just do…this…”
She leaned in and darted her tongue out to brush it over the head of his cock. He flopped back on the pillows with a deep moan as the sensation of her tasting him flowed through every nerve ending of his body.
