“Rae,” he says seriously.
I sigh, “There’s been a couple things sent to me on tour. I don’t know who they’re from, so it’s just something my security is keeping an eye on.”
He narrows his eyes, like he can tell there’s more that I’m not saying. “What else?”
“There’s nothing else. But if you want to talk then we can start with you, your past, and more about why you came here?—”
He cuts me off with a harsh kiss. One that I accept easily because I don’t want to talk about this. I am curious about him, and want to know more, but right now I need the distraction. I don’t want to think about anything. I don’t want to be in control of anything. I just want tofeel.
My legs hit one of the stools and I gasp, which Asher takes full advantage of, pushing me back onto it while his tongue thrusts into my mouth. I grapple, trying to hold onto something so I don’t fall over, but he has a strong grip on me, and I know rationally he wouldn’t let me.
“No talking, but you’re going to listen. Are you ready to do that for me?”
I nod, ready for anything as long as it gives me the distraction I crave.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He nudges my nose with his, but keeps his mouth just out of reach when I try to close the distance again. “But we both know you can be a needy little slut.”
I bite back a moan. I never thought degradation would be something I would enjoy, but something about when it comes from Asher’s mouth has me weak.
“Turn around and kneel on this chair. Maybe if you listen, I’ll fuck you this time.”
Against my better judgment I pant, “And if I don’t?”
“Want to find out?”
CHAPTER 23
Asher
Ikind of want Rae to fight back a little. To test out the threat and see what I would do. She may want to deny being a good girl, but she knows she is. That’s why she keeps her bright blue eyes locked on mine while rising to her knees on the kitchen stool, making us eye level before she turns around.
I push her back so she has to catch herself on her elbows on the counter, then crowd her body with mine while I snake my right hand into her waistband to feel how wet she already is.
I want to know what the fuck happened, who would be leaving her something at her front door and why she looked so scared, I don’t want to open the door to talking about myself, and it’s clear what we both want right now is this. It was clear what we both wanted when I cornered her earlier and when she texted me her address before we left.
“Did you tell your boyfriend you were leaving with me?” I ask, sliding my hand lower to see how wet she is. The pads of my finger grazes over her clit, and she lurches forward, already so sensitive and I’ve barely even touched her. “Do you like that? Like me asking about him while I’m the one touching you?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she denies, but it’s the only thing she denies.
I move my hand lower, finding her soaked while I tease her entrance. “He’s not? Do you want him to be?”
She moans, her head falling back against me as I press the tip of my middle finger into her, feeling her arousal.
“I don’t know,” Rae sighs.
“You don’t know? That seems like your answer to a lot of questions.”
“I don’t know a lot of things,” she moans absentmindedly and I chuckle before removing my hand from her. She lets out a whine of protest, and I pull down her jeans, just enough that her bare ass is here tempting me.
I groan at the sight, wanting to do so many things with her, wishing I had more hands, more of me to experience it all at once. But also wanting to be selfish and not share her with a single soul.
And tonight I don’t have to.
I push her legs apart as wide as they can go with her jeans around her knees, keeping her trapped like this. Kneeling on a chair, bent over the counter, perky ass on full display for me. Looking way too perfect for me. I’m going to ruin her, drag her down to the depths and not even care because she’ll be down there with me.
“There’s one thing you know,” I tell her, leaning over her back and sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh.
“What’s that?”
