“Any day now, sweetheart,” Asher drawls.
Think with your brain, not your clit. I chant that in my head over and over again, repeating it like a mantra, but it’s useless. Any attempt at self-control after thisinsanelysexy driver told me that he wants me is useless.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I blurt, and flee the table like it’s on fire.
The bathroom is located in the back, and it’s surprisingly clean for a pizzeria in the middle of nowhere. I brace my palms flat on the edges of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. I look exactly like the mess I feel like; flushed cheeks, labored breaths, and desire-drunk eyes.
I have never,everfelt like this. I have no idea how to calm down enough to carry out the rest of my conversation with Asher.
Splashing cold water on my face has no effect. Breathing deeply also doesn’t do anything. It looks like my only option is to return to the table, flushed and flustered, and pray that Asher doesn’t notice—which I highly doubt will be the case—or that he at least has the grace not to mention it. Also unlikely, but a girl can hope.
With a final fortifying breath, I open the bathroom door… only to seeAsherwaiting for me.Again.
“You want me to help you do something about it?” he asks without preamble. When I stare at him dumbly, he clarifies. “The scorching desire that’s eating at you. That’s been eating at both of us since we met.”
Say no. We’re in public, and I don’t think himhelping mewill look like anything other than something very sexual that could get us both in trouble. I should say no and wait until I’ve collected my thoughts. Wait until I’m being ruled by logic, not libido.
Just wait, Victoria.
Instead, what escapes my lips is, “Yes.Please.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Asher
Fuck.
Chapter Thirty
Victoria
He doesn’t waste any time. He steps into the bathroom, shuts the door, and locks it. His expression is pure hunger. His eyes glimmer with desperation. He looks like he’s a few breaths away from cardiac arrest or something equally as life-threatening—and it makes me feelso. Goddamn. Wanted.
That might’ve been my biggest holdup with enjoying sex in the past; I have literally never feltthisdesired by someone.
Asher continues forward with slow, confident steps, and I match his slow advance with a backward retreat, until my ass hits the cool sink. He stops in front of me, with barely a breath of space separating us. His scent envelopes me, transporting me to a cool mountain range, intensifying my need until I feel like I’m a balloon that’s about to pop.
“Can I touch you?” His request sounds more like a plea for mercy. For me to put both of us out of our agony.
I nod. Anticipation has stolen my power of speech.
I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not the featherlight brush of his knuckles along my exposed collarbones, or the hand that slips up my thigh.
“Do you have any idea…any ideahow many times I’ve dreamed of this?” he asks. My next breath shudders out of me. “You’re usually so composed.” His hands move to my waist. “So smart, with an even smarter mouth. But you can’t eventhinkright now, can you?”
I shake my head, trembling with need. Ican’tthink. My brain has dissolved into a puddle of desire. If he doesn’t do something soon, I’ll probably start begging. I’m trapped in a trance, waiting for him to make a move, already hovering on the edge of devastation over what Iknowhe can do to me.
He hoists me up and sets me on the edge of the counter so quickly I squeal. Even with the boost, our height difference is alarming. I have to crane my neck all the way back to stare at him. He’s sobigeverywhere, and as he inches between my spread thighs, an even bigger part of him presses against me. My breath hitches, and my mouthwaters.
His hands slip beneath my skirt, trialing fire over my upper thighs. They hook over the edge of my panties, teasing the crease where my thigh meets the most intimate part of me.
“Please,” I breathe.
His lips slant into a devastating smirk. “I know. I’ll give you what you need.” His lips slant over mine, nipping and demanding. There’s no caution or tentativeness in his kiss, only raw, consuming desire that turns my blood intolava. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as I clutch him, holding on for dear life,needinghim the way I’ve never needed anything before.
We’re diving headfirst into dangerous territory, but desire and passion aren’t known to heed caution. Only need.
He shifts his body backwards, only long enough to detangle my legs from around his waist, push my skirt up, and yank my panties down. Cool air brushes over my center, but it’s quickly suffused by heat as he cups me in his palm.
