This wasn’t my plan, but I will use this all to my advantage. I’m not someone who is on a mission to come on to him. We are just two people who naturally fall into place around one another, and I might as well enjoy that. I begin to saunter slowly back to him as he begins to loosen the buttons of his shirt around his wrist. His mind is set on something.
A desire.
One that I feel too.
“Lucky me then.” His voice is simmering, heavy with determination.
Stopping right in front of him, I ensure our gaze remains tied. “Perhaps so. I still need to take these off.” Slowly, I unzip my jeans, ensuring that every tooth pulled is heard.
His breath grows heavy, and his eyes are dark with a dare. Only when I slide down my pants and kick them away does he let his gaze drop, and a muscle in his jaw twitches.
“Careful, little girl, you may have a spirited mouth, but I know how to shut it up.”
My skin begins to prickle, and he could touch me between my legs now and be pleased to find me ready for him to take me now if he wanted.
With purpose, I take one step. “You may want to do it then,” I challenge.
I plant my fingers on his chest with full intention of unbuttoning his shirt, but he grabs my wrists and holds them up, only to drop his hands, square my hips, and yank me forward. It’s a quick move, and I gasp from the surprise, but the rocket of adrenaline shooting up inside of me iswelcomed.
“We do it my way. I don’t have tolerance for your demands.”
My eyes blaze open, and my mouth parts because heiswhat I imagined. “Yes, Coach.”
He stands up off the stool as our eyes remained locked. He towers over me, but it suits his dominance that he oozes with every breath.
Our bodies press tighter against one another, and my core tightens below my belly.
"Eager, are we?" he says huskily.
My fingers skim up the buttons of his shirt, still with every intention of unbuttoning every single one. "You have no idea." He allows me to help him be free of his shirt.
The moment it lands on the floor carelessly, he begins to walk me backward with his hands remaining firm on my hips. I feel an urge to beg for him to touch me in other places. His hands are strong; I feel it in the way the pads of his fingers press into my skin.
My body is molten, and he hasn't even kissed me yet. Without direction, he leads us to my bedroom, determined. He kicks the door shut behind him, a hint of his domineering personality that I already assumed he had. The moment that he stills us at the edge of my bed, I feel my heart pounding. I don't need to glance down to see my racing pulse.
Asher must know that my panties are drenched, yet he is prolonging every second on purpose.
"Well, well, well. It seems I have you in a perfect spot to fuck you." It's almost sly the way he says it but also deliciously sexy.
"Is that so? Because you still have too many clothes on," I remind him.
His deep chuckle is sinister, maybe it’s a warning, because the moment his breath begins to track down my neck,I shiver. He’s intentionally teasing me, but it is effective, as my body begins to arch against his. The moment his teeth begin to graze my collarbone, a soft croon escapes me.
"You are very patient," he murmurs as his mouth trails back up my neck to my jawline.
"Not going to lie, I'm losing it," I comment with a breathy voice.
That's when my world tilts in a different way because his lips finally meet mine. There is no chance for soft or gentle. He claims my mouth in an overpowering kiss while his hands travel up my body to frame my face and keep me trapped and balanced. His mouth slants, and my tongue seeks entrance to meet his, and he grants it. The tip of his tongue plays with mine, a tickle. His lips are firm and full, and I get a millisecond of air before he presses his lips back onto mine. This time, I kiss back with more insistence that the kiss is deep. He gives me that for a breath before the feeling of our kiss softening brings tingles between my legs. The kiss is sensual and only makes me want more.
But in one swift move, he pushes me down onto the mattress, and I bite the corner of my lower lip while I smirk. Tutting, I wave a finger side to side at him. "Tsk, tsk, you still have pants on."
A chuckle rumbles deep in his throat right before the click of his belt fills the room.
"I'm not liking your bratty mouth," he reprimands.
I fake a pout. "Oh, silly me, I forgot to obey, Coach."
Asher steps out of his pants, and with speed, he leans down to harshly drag my panties down my legs, our eyes never breaking contact. "Open your legs," he demands.
