She watched as Asher pulled off the hair tie and slowly unraveled her locks. There was something intimate about the way his fingers wove in and out of her dark hair as he undid the braid. Something sexy in the slightly feral smile creeping across his face, the possessive gleam in his eyes.
Watching a man take her hair down shouldn’t be such a turn on, but it was. Her core reacted to the intensity of Asher’s gaze, the deft way his fingers moved. And though she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm, Clea felt herself gearing up for another.
He was too from the feel of things, which was fine by her. Hell, she’d be happy to spend the entire night on the receiving end of his glorious—
“Shit.” Clea shook her head as realization crept in.
“What is it?” Asher dropped her hair, cupping her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”
“We just had unprotected sex.”
Incredible, but unprotected.
Asher let out a string of curses as his hands went to her hips, lifting her off his lap. Clea missed his presence immediately.
“I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, getting up and offering her a hand. “I got swept up in the moment. I didn’t even… Shit.”
“Probably not the end of the world. I have an IUD and I’m clean, but—”
“I’m clean too.” Asher interjected. “And I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life.” He started pacing, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck.” He shook his head. “I swear I’m responsible, Duchess. You’re just so damn sexy, I didn’t even think, I just— Shit. Fucking… shit.”
As he scrubbed a hand down his face and launched into another litany of curses, Clea grinned.
“You think I’m sexy.”
That stopped him in his tracks.
“Absolutely.” He dropped his hands and Clea couldn’t help raking her eyes over his naked body.
He really was an Adonis.
“I think you are too.” She smiled. “And as much as I enjoyed you barebacking me, I’m not sure it’s wise to continue the way we began.”
That had felt too damn good.
“Continue?” Oh, the confusion on that chiseled face was adorable. “You want to keep going after that?”
Clea lifted her chin, arching her back slightly to remind him she was naked, not that he needed the reminder. His gaze kept flicking over her body, making her want him more.
“I thought we’d agreed to a night of pleasure.” She took a step forward. “The sun’s barely gone down. Surely one and done isn’t the plan.” It wasn’t hers anyway, especially not with a body and talents like his. She rested a hand where his abdomen veed, brushing her fingertips along his hot skin. “Do you have any condoms?”
If not, she had some on her bike.
Asher nodded. “I do.”
“Good.” Clea purred, letting her hand drop lower. “Damn, Asher.” She smiled up at him, pleased that he was already ready for her again. “You really are magnificent.”
He put a hand on top of hers, stilling her.
“Why don’t we get you that bath?”
“Are you putting me off?”
Perhaps going home with him had been a mistake on her part, not that she regretted the sex they’d just had.
Asher frowned. “Not at all. I have every intention of taking you again. I just want you to be comfortable here, and I’m remembering you said you’d like a good soak. Why don’t we start there?”
“Mmm.” Clea slid her hands up his well-defined torso, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I like the sound of that.”
