She stops walking, facing me. “Really?”
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her close. “Yes, really. Will you come?”
She blinks at me, shocked I would even ask, then her mouth spreads into a smile. The kind of smile I want to put on her gorgeous face every single day.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I can’t wait for you to meet them. They’re going to love you and Lyla both.”
Looking down, she toys with one of the buttons on my shirt, biting her lower lip.
“What is it?”
“This just feels like it’s happening really fast. Does it feel that way to you at all?”
Curling my fingers beneath her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. “I don’t know how we got here but maybe that’s exactly what I needed. Someone who could make me forget where I came from. Forget my past. Someone who could make me love without knowing how to fall.”
She gasps, part of my name tumbling from her lips as my mouth covers hers. Her arms circle my neck as I deepen the kiss, pressing my hard cock against her belly.
“Asher, please,” she breathes between kisses, her nails scraping at my neck.
“What is it, baby? What do you need?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers.
“I need you.”
Who am I to deny this woman anything?
Now I just need to get her home and out of public before I fuck her right here for God and everyone else to see. The drive home is a master feat. She can’t keep her hands off me.
Or her mouth.
Her lips are all over my neck while she strokes my cock through my jeans. I keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my focus on the road, damn near breaking every speed limit law in the city.
“I can’t wait, Asher. I need you now,” she purrs in my ear.
“Five more minutes.”
“No. Now,” she demands, squeezing my dick.
I swerve right, taking the next exit off the interstate. I used to patrol this area, and I know the perfect spot. One minute later, I’m pulling into the deserted parking lot behind an old industrial park.
Throwing my truck in park, I attack her mouth. She climbs over the seat to straddle me. “God, why can’t I control myself around you?”
“Because this pussy needs be filled by me and only me,” I tell her, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. There’s no need for foreplay here. I know how wet she gets for me. And she knows I’m coming for her. As predicted, my woman doesn’t disappoint. I plunge into her hot, wet hole, reveling in that first moan as I fill her. Like her soul is exhaling around me. Her mouth crashes against mine.
Hot.
Needy.
Carving out a place of her own with that goddamn tongue.
She begins to ride me, using the leverage of her knees to push herself up and down, starting out nice and slow at first but then her movements grow more eager.
Almost frantic.
I feel it, too. The bottomless hunger.
Desperate need.
