“My needy baby.” His lips brush against my neck, his smile growing.
“You’re damn right I’m needy.” I whine.
The wonderful man I’ve been thinking about nonstop carries me into my bedroom and sets me down on the edge of my bed.And I thank Yesterday Claire for finally washing her sheets.
“Mmm… I’ve missed your bed.”
“I’ve missed your?—”
He removes his shirt with one hand, the sexy as hell move causing me to snap my mouth shut. And when I home in on his chest, all the air is sucked from my lungs. Inked above his left pec are two daisies and two bumblebees.
I rise up onto my knees for a closer look. “Are these…”
“Yes. They’re the drawings you and Bea made at the beginning of the summer.”
Gently, I trace the yellow, black, white, and green ink with my fingertip. “When did you do this?”
“Yesterday. It’s still swollen.”
He tattooed my paintings of a daisy and a bumblebee alongside the ones his daughter drew. He even included the tiny heart I added to the picture on the refrigerator the day I left the cabin.
“Wow. I can’t believe you did this.”
“Do you like it?” he asks, uncertainty swimming in his eyes.
I cup his jaw and hold his gaze intently. “It’s perfect. I love it. I loveyou.”
“I love you too.” He pushes me back onto the bed, his eyes hooded with determination.
I prop myself up on my elbows and study his every move as he hooks his fingers under the elastic of both my pants and underwear and tugs them down. I tear my shirt off next, the action removing the built-in bra too.
Asher’s eyes darken when he finds himself face to face with my bare breasts. He reaches out to touch them, but I swat his hand away.
“Pants,” I command.
He smirks. “Where are your manners, Doc?”
“Disrespectfully, Greer, lose the fucking pants.Now.”
Laughing, he does as he’s told.
“That’s my good pretty boy.”
With his focus fixed on me, he strokes himself, his cock growing harder before my eyes.
My heart thunders as I drink him in. I’ll never tire of my front-row seat to this private erotic show.
I slip my fingers to my clit, but then Asher is dropping to his knees and batting them away, tucking his head between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I breathe. “I told you I wanted you to kiss me.”
“You didn’t say where.” He dips his chin and kisses my clit tenderly, making my entire body tremble.
“I meant on my lips.”
He quirks a brow. “And what do you think I’m doing?” He plants a kiss on one side of my labia, then the other. Then he spreads them open for his own satisfaction.
“You’re ridiculous.”
