He drops down onto the mat beside me. “Not as bad as last time.” His voice is kinder now, more like the man I have come to know.
“I’m sorry, there is just so much pain.” I clutch my chest, knowing I must look dramatic as hell, but I have no other words to describe the crippling pain I have been left with after so many years of being nothing more than a commodity.
His fingers lace into mine, warm and firm, and he tugs me closer to him. “You can’t base what we have on what happened to you in the past.”
“I know. But when your own flesh and blood only see you for what they can get out of you, it’s hard to open up your heart and trust someone.” I smile softly, wishing I could be the girl he wants me to be, but I’m not sure she exists anymore. “Can we keep doing what we’re doing and not put too much pressure on it? Maybe until I have time to catch up with you?”
His head drops, gently pressing against mine, and he inhales deeply. My body pushes closer to him, my hand finding his solidchest, ripple after ripple of his defined muscles, slick with sweat in a way that has my body on fire immediately. There is no denying my attraction to him and the flutter he ignites within me when we’re this close. I tilt my head up just a little so our lips brush against each other. With a growl, he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping through my open mouth hungrily. His manly scent invades my senses, and the swirling thoughts that have been plaguing my brain since he told me he was in love with me disappear. In this moment, there is only him. He’s the sunshine to my dark in a way I never knew I needed him to be.
We devour each other with hurried and desperate kisses, melting away the tension that was consuming us not ten minutes ago. When he breaks the kiss, I’m left gasping, trying to get my needy body under control before I jump him right here in the gym. But that’s what it’s like when I’m this close to him. I can’t control myself.
Like he can read my thoughts, he leans back, propping himself up on one hand as a wicked smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll eat your apology dessert, if I can eat it off you.”
My mouth pops open as a direct flush of liquid goes straight to my lady parts. “Asher Stryker, you’re a dirty man.” I giggle, unable to help it. His coolness toward me is gone, replaced with the playful man he normally is, and I couldn’t be more grateful. “But if you accept my apology, you can do whatever you want to me, including eating your treat off my body.”
“Whatever I want, hey?” His chuckle fills the space. “You know you are the treat, right?”
I smirk back at him, a tingle going straight through me. Why do I like the sound of that so damn much.
His hand tangles into my shirt, and he tugs it over my head, exposing my baby-blue lace bra. My breasts feel heavy under his heated gaze, practically begging to be played with.
I reach for him, closing the gap between us, my lips finding his. My hand laces into the back of his hair as I hang on, and I kiss him like I never want to let go. Because I don’t. I wish more than anything this was a perfect world and I could keep him forever. That all the complications around us would just fuck off.
Carelessly we collapse down onto the mat so I’m flat on my back and his powerful body is hovering over me like he’s waiting for something. “Do your worst, Ash.”
“You can’t handle my worst,” he mutters playfully, his eyes roaming down my body.
Heat glows from my skin. I take a deep breath, trying to cool myself off before I start begging him again. Because right now, I need this gorgeous man to take me as a matter of urgency. My horny little body is practically salivating for it.
Ash has other plans, a cruel smirk on his lips as he nips his way over my skin, heading south. Every press of his lips brings another breathy moan from me. He shoves the soft lace of my bra out of his way so he can take each of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oh God,” I groan as he sucks harshly but oh so deliciously, and I already know last time we screwed he went easy on me. This Ash wants me not only begging for it, but cursing his name as he tortures my orgasm out of me. And after the past week of them treating me so delicately, it’s what I crave.
With hooded eyes, he watches me as one hand palms a handful of my sensitive flesh, plucking at my hardened nipple and his teeth graze over the other. My hips rise off the mat, searching for him. He’s impossibly hard, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his workout shorts.
His nips stop when he gets to my skirt, skillfully sliding it down my legs. Next is my bra, unhooked with precision. Then with a devilish grin, he takes up the bowl of ice cream and turnsit upside down on my stomach, his chuckle vibrating through the room.
“Oh my God, it’s so cold.” Whiskey and now melted ice cream run everywhere as I squirm under him.
He laps it up from my skin, spreading the stickiness over my chest as his touch and mouth get busy. “Delicious.” He slurps as he cups my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth again.
The icy-cold sensation on my sensitive nipples is to die for. Sending shivers over my whole body. “And so messy.” I find myself laughing with pleasure at his new dessert-eating style. Not only is he tickling me, but he just has this way of making everything so entertaining.
His grin is wide and covered in ice cream. “So fucking messy. You look incredible like this, my little tasty treat.” He makes fast work of the dessert, what’s left on my body and not on the mat under me, anyway. Then he turns his attention to my lips, claiming them. He tastes divine, and I hold him close as he plunges his tongue inside my mouth.
My fingers follow the line of his muscular chest, slick with sweat and wonderfully sticky from the mix of dessert and alcohol. I thrust my hips into him, showing him exactly what I want. I reach for him, stroking his length through the fabric, almost desperate to have him fill me up. “Asher, I want you so bad.”
Then his lips leave mine and ferociously nip kisses down my neck and breasts. Rough then gentle, every deliberate move exciting me more.
I tug at his shorts, and he helps them slide down, his cock hard and thick in a way that makes my pussy clench. My fingers wrap around him and stroke back and forth.
He peers down at me a cheeky-as-hell look on his face. “You said I could have anything I wanted, right?”
I nibble my bottom lip, wondering why I agreed. You think I would have learned by now not to make deals with these guys. “Within reason. What exactly do you want?”
“I want to fuck you at the barre. You think you’re up to it?”
I smirk back at him. “Let’s see.”
