“Seduce women.”
He laughs and the sound travels from his mouth to my ear then down my spine. “I usually don’t have to put in this much effort. I think that’s why I like you so much. I know it won’t come easy,” he states, making his intent clear, and that’s when I know I have to be the one to stop this before it gets out of hand.
“Asher, we can’t—” But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off, reaching for my hand and leading me to the dance floor.
The band has moved into a slower song. One I’ve heard before but I can’t remember what it’s called. It’s a miracle I can even remember my own name right now. Asher pulls me in close, wrapping one arm around my waist and clutching my hand in his.
“You’re good at this,” I say after a few turns. His intense gaze hasn’t strayed from mine.
“I’ve had a little practice,” he states, bowing his head lower, his lips hovering just above mine. So close we can share the same air. “I don’t know what it is about you but no one has ever made me feel like this.” He places my hand over his heart, the feel of it pounding beneath my palm, offering me an unfamiliar thrill.
His words are an aphrodisiac, sending tiny sparks of heat throughout every nerve of my body, my stupid heart soaring with some insane sense of satisfaction but then I feel his erection digging into my belly.
Hard, thick, wanting.
The realization of what is happening purges through the tequila-induced haze and lust blinding me and I push him away.
“I have to go,” I toss out before running toward the exit, praying he doesn’t follow, because I’m afraid if he touches me again or I look into those soul-sucking eyes of his, I won’t be able to resist him.
Chapter 4
Asher
I was so damn close. So close to tasting those sweet fucking lips. I should have just taken it. She wouldn’t have been able to protest once my mouth was sealed over hers and the fire that was smoldering between us ignited. But it didn’t feel right to do that. That’s what I would have done with any other woman but not her. No, when I kiss her, and I will kiss her, it will be because she wants it.
I chased after her, but by the time I made it outside she was already gone. I tried to call her, but she didn’t answer so I sent a text instead.
Please, just let me know you’re okay.
It wasn’t until half an hour later she returned my text.
I’m okay. See you Monday.
I spent all day Sunday replaying Saturday night. Fuck, the woman had worked a number on me. I wasn’t lying when I said she’s the only one who’s ever made my heart beat that way. It was the God’s honest truth and I have no idea what the hell possessed me to confess that then and there but I had to. I had to let her know how she made me feel. Even if it was the most terrifying feeling in the world. I felt like I could trust her with it. That she wouldn’t use it against me in any way.
Her receptionist, Clara, called me Monday morning, letting me know what time to be here this afternoon. Now here I am, sitting in front of her while she pretends Saturday night never happened.
