Page 76 of Burn With Me

Dropping the shorts to the floor, I stood and moaned as he wrapped a hand around my throat while the other pulled me closer to his body.

“You’re a naughty girl, Vi,” he said.

His voice was so low that it rumbled along my skin. It didn’t matter that he’d already made me come multiple times. I was ready to go again. “Do you know why you’re naughty?”

“No,” I managed to squeak out.

“Because you teased me. Because you make me want to throw you down on the couch and fuck you hard until you scream and wake up your friend. Because you’re so fucking sexy that from the moment I arrived, I’ve been hard and want to be buried deep in your hot pussy.”

Oh, dear lord. All I could focus on was the raw need raging through my body. Asher pulled back on my neck until my back was bowed, and I was looking up at the ceiling. I could feel his lips at my ear, and I shuddered.

“I want you to know that the old me would’ve done just that. I wouldn’t care if your friend was in the next room. I wouldn’t care if it was your parents or your local priest. I would’ve made you scream the walls down and then let you explain what you were doing.”

I swallowed, not knowing if it was a threat, a promise, or just a warning, but at this moment, I realized my moral compass was completely broken.

If he wanted to fuck me until someone called the cops because they thought I was being murdered, then I’d do it. He said I was naughty for tempting him, but I could say the same thing. I felt wanton and needy for him in a way that words alone couldn’t express.

“Would you let me if I told you that’s what I wanted to do, Vi?”

“Yes,” I breathed out through his tight grip.

“You’re so sexy, my little Firebug. I am going to fuck you right here, but I’m not going to embarrass you.” His hands dropped from my body, and I wanted to cry and tell him never to let go. “Turn around,” he ordered, and I spun to face him. “Undo my jeans and remove them.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. Gripping the front button on his jeans, I pulled hard, and both button and zipper opened in one go, drawing a smirk from Asher.

“Good girl.”

He wiggled his hips. I bit my lip as they slipped down his legs. Damn, he had great quads. He wasn’t the type to miss a leg workout, that was for sure. My eyes could roam over all that hard muscle and perfectly cut legs all day.

As my eyes traveled back up from his feet, I realized he was going commando. Everything in me wanted to reach out, wrap my hand around his cock and get down on my knees in front of him, but instead, I held perfectly still. The way he was staring at me, I knew it was a test. He wanted to see if I would jump the false start line before he’d given permission.

Asher smoothly stepped out of his jeans and leaned close to my ear, but he didn’t touch me. I shuddered as an electrical charge traveled over my body. Even when he wasn’t touching me, my body was anticipating when he would. Asher knew exactly what to do to keep me teetering between craving more without it being too overwhelming. I knew it was simply who he was, but it seemed completely unfair that he had this kind of superpower.

“What do you want, Firebug?” he asked and then proceeded to blow a tiny stream of air down the side of my neck.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

“How?” Bending just enough, he was able to blow a little stream of air over my nipple. Unable to stop myself, I moaned as my nipple hardened.

“I want to ride you,” I said, impressed that my voice didn’t shake.

“Very well.” My eyes opened just in time to see Asher sit down on the couch, his hand wrapping around his cock as he stroked it for my viewing pleasure. “You like watching me stroke my cock, Firebug?” I nodded. “I want words. No more head nodding.”

“Yes, I like it,” I said, my eyes fixed on the hand, slowly moving up and down with as much control as he did everything else.

Asher smirked, and the flickering of the television light only added to the dark, intoxicating look. Men like him were the reason women wrote romance novels. Men like him made women swoon at their feet and pissed off all the men who tried to be the same way but instead ended up acting like assholes. They didn’t understand the difference. Hell, neither had I until I met him. There was a cavernous gap between those that simply smacked their women’s ass like they were scolding an animal and what Asher was. The two were light years apart, and I knew I was just scratching the surface of what he could do to me if I let him.

Asher held out his other hand, and I placed mine in his, but the simple act did nothing to settle my erratic breathing. “Then come and take what you want.”

I quickly straddled his lap. Pushing up onto my knees, I stared down into his eyes.“Lagoons,” I said, and one of his eyebrows rose. “Your eyes remind me of a clear lagoon and how it can still grip you with its undeniable beauty, even on an overcast day.”

I looked away, unable to hold his stare. My body flushed with heat at the silly comparison, but Asher cupped my face, and before I took my next breath, he crushed our lips together. The moan that ripped from my chest sounded like a wild animal, and maybe I was. Maybe that was what he’d reduced me to, but whatever it was, I knew that I wanted him right that second.

Our tongues battled as they explored one another’s mouths. Taking a chance, I reached between our bodies to grip his hard cock. Asher didn’t tell me I was naughty or pull away. Instead, he groaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t resist any longer, sitting down on his hard shaft.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered and dropped my forehead to his shoulder.

With each inch by delicious inch, my body lowered onto his.