As he flattened her hand against him again, Asher relished the feel of Duchess’s palms along his abdomen and wondered what those delicate hands of hers would feel like on the rest of him.
Damn, he couldn’t wait to be with her skin to skin.
He downshifted, loving the way Duchess tightened her hold and leaned with him into the turns. He enjoyed the feel of her and didn’t have a doubt in his mind that they’d have an excellent time together. The fact that she’d been on board with his decree that they were one night and done was a major bene, too.
So many women wanted more from him, and he simply didn’t want to give it. He couldn’t. As much as he enjoyed the sex, he didn’t do attachments. That just wasn’t his way. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t give his all in the moment to pleasure his partner though, and he had big plans for Duchess tonight.
As they came to a stop, Duchess leaned back a little, keeping her hold on his waist.
“So, this is your place, huh?”
He heard the amusement in her voice and bit back a string of curses as he realized where he’d taken them.
“Yup.”
God, could he be any lamer?
And what the hell had he been thinking driving Duchess here? He’d never had a female in his private homestead before. Well, aside from the occasional help, but that didn’t count. Shit. He’d meant to take her to his place in town, but he’d just auto-piloted them here.
“Well, that’s some cabin.” She slid her hands along his sides as she got off the bike, and Asher missed her touch immediately. “You live here alone?”
“I do.” Asher bit back another curse as he got off the bike, trying to get his head back in the game. Sure, he didn’t bring women to this property, but they were here now, and it’s not like he’d see her again after tomorrow, anyway. “This is where I like to come to unwind.”
“Mmm.” Duchess smiled knowingly. “Always good to have a place like that.” She glanced at the trees surrounding the circular drive before opening her tail box. “I have one in the Smokies.”
“Really? You don’t strike me as the outdoorsy type.”
“Don’t I?” Duchess’s low, throaty laugh did something to Asher and he couldn’t help grinning even as he discreetly rearranged himself while she reached into her luggage. “I’d say I rough it about as much as you do.”
“Then you need your hot water and Wi-Fi, huh?” He joked.
“Absolutely, Darling.” She slid a backpack on one shoulder as she closed the tail box. “And I’m hoping your cabin has a bathtub. I’ve been on the road for days and could use a good soak.”
“Oh, I see.” He chuckled, offering his arm as she settled her backpack onto both shoulders. “You’re here for the amenities.”
“I am absolutely here for the amenities.” Duchess gazed up at him with a sultry smile that spoke directly to his cock. “I thought we’d agreed on that, Asher. Fun for the night and nothing more. Amenities, amenities. And I do believe you owe me a kiss.”
“Do I?” He grinned, loving her playful tone and the way her hand rested in the crook of his arm as he escorted her to the porch.
“Indeed.”
“As I recall, you wanted to kiss me.”
Duchess shifted, releasing his arm and coming to stand in front of him.
“And as I recall, you wanted that too, but didn’t feel the parking lot was the appropriate place.”
Asher smiled at Duchess, fighting the urge to throw her over his shoulder and carry her inside. God, she was sexy as hell looking up at him like that with her windblown hair and the spark of desire in her eyes. Before he could talk himself out of it, his lips were on hers and damn him, but that kiss stole his breath, wiping every thought from his brain.
He canted her head to deepen the kiss and Duchess went with it, yielding to him even as she slid her palms up his torso and twined her arms around his neck, pressing them closer together.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get her inside.
In a smooth movement, he cupped her ass and lifted her, splitting her jeans-clad thighs as he moved. Asher was vaguely aware of her sliding her fingers through his hair and wrapping her legs around him as he carried her into the house, but he mostly focused on her delectable mouth. Damn, the flavor of her was exquisite, and the way she tugged at his hair as they kissed ratcheted his need for her higher.
Drunk on their kisses, he moved like a blind man, his hands roaming Duchess’s body, peeling off her scarf and jacket as he walked.
She helped him out, shifting her hips and reaching between them, taking care of the fastenings on their jeans. And fuck if that didn’t amp him more. The fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her was an aphrodisiac of epic proportions and, as she slid her hand lower, Asher gave over to his primal instincts.
