It was late, and I still felt wired.
My emotions had been on lockdown for years. Hell, probably more like decades, and all of that shit I’d tried to bury had escaped in a matter of months.
Okay, to be honest, the restlessness I was feeling tonight probably didn’t have to do with talking about my screwed-up childhood in counseling.
In fact, it was all about Sierra and the way I wanted to get her into my bed.
I’d gotten myself off earlier, but it hadn’t done a damn thing to alleviate my edginess.
That’s why I’d made my way downstairs to see if I could work off the agitation that was making me an insomniac tonight.
If you ever want anything from me, all you have to do is ask.
Hell, she had no idea what kind of dirty thoughts that comment had invited earlier.
I had to keep my mouth shut to keep from telling her how many salacious things I wanted from her.
I didn’t want her to pay me back in any way.
Helping her get on her feet financially was nothing to me.
I actually wanted to make damn sure that she never had to worry about where her next meal was coming from for the rest of her life.
I wanted to give her all her wants and not just her needs.
I needed to make sure she never suffered another moment of deprivation for as long as she lived.
Did I want things from her?
Hell, yeah. I wanted to get her naked and pleasure her until she was screaming my name with mindless abandon.
However, I didn’teverwant her to do that out of gratitude.
I wanted her to want me with the same madness that I wanted her.
I exited the pool, knowing it was going to be useless to do another round of laps.
It was two a.m. and my muscles were tired, but my mind wasn’t ready to shut down for the night.
I’d just slipped into my large hot tub and turned on the jets when I heard the door to the pool room open.
Sierra?
What in the hell was she doing awake at this time of the night?
I glanced up to see her walking toward the hot tub.
I’d purchased the swimsuit she was wearing, and it was extremely modest, a one-piece with big shoulder straps and a high neckline.
It was completely unprovocative, but on her slender body, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She might be a petite woman, but she looked like she was all shapely legs in that black swimsuit.
“Asher!” she squeaked in a surprised voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you’d be here. I thought I’d use the hot tub. I can’t sleep for some reason.”
“Get in,” I suggested, grateful that the hot tub was large enough that we didn’t have to be in extremely close quarters.
She hesitated at the steps. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
