Sparrow’s Flight by Jenika Snow Page 0,39
her face with his other hand and pulled her head forward until his mouth was right on hers. She tasted like whiskey, spicy and sweet, but with a hint of something almost innocent. When their tongues started moving together, he made sure to take it slow and not force anything on her. Everything was new, to all of them, and there was no rush. Even if it had been less than a week since she had come into their lives, nothing was taken for granted.
“You taste so good, Sparrow.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat, and he swallowed it, needing more and never wanting to let go. She felt good in his arms, really fucking good, in fact.
She broke the kiss and looked at him. Her lips were swollen, and the candlelight illuminated the fact that they were glossy. “There is a part of me that feels like I’m doing something wrong.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Asher had an inkling of what she was talking about but wanted to hear her say it, and when she did, he’d assure her that everything would be okay.
“I know that with the world the way it is, things are different, move at a different pace, and therefore the standards we used to have in another life don’t matter now.”
“You’re complicating something that is very, very easy, Sparrow.” He cupped her cheeks and brought his mouth to hers once more. It was almost frightening the way he felt with her, so comfortable and right. It was the same way he felt with Mason, how he felt when he first looked into the tormented eyes of the man he loved. “Sparrow, trust me, this can be a very simple thing if you don’t let your mind try to overrule your emotions.” He kissed her again, and again. They were little kisses, ones that weren’t consuming or penetrating but still had his blood boiling. “I know it’s fast, and I know it’s confusing, but if we can have something like this in a world filled with pain, degradation, and death, why not take hold and not let go?”
She searched his face, and although he was pretty good at reading people, she was also very good at keeping her emotions in check. He had been trying to “read” her since she joined them on their journey, but more times than not, she was closed off and watching them as if she was trying to figure them out. In a move he certainly hadn’t expected, she was the one to press her mouth to his and to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
“I’m tired of being alone,” Sparrow murmured against his mouth and kissed him harder, with more desperation than anything else. “I just want to feel alive, and you and Mason are the only ones who have made me feel that way in the last five months.”
He knew exactly what she was talking about, because he felt the same and knew without a doubt Mace did too. But Asher didn’t want desperation. He wanted slow and easy, soft and gentle, and so he cupped her chin in his hand and took over the kiss. Their tongues slid along each other, not frantically, but seductively. He liked that she squirmed in his lap, loved how he was getting under her skin as much as she had already burrowed under his.
He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls-deep inside her, but one that wanted to get to know who this woman was and what she had been like before the fall.
Asher broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jaw. “Besides your family, what do you miss most, Sparrow?” He kept his voice soft and low and slowly moved his hand between them until he could feel the very edge of her breasts. Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t pull away.
“What?” That word stuttered slightly, and he didn’t hold back his smile. Did she realize her hands were on his shoulders and that she dug her nails into his flesh? If she didn’t, he wasn’t about to stop her, because the sting of those nails had a bit of pleasure coursing through him. “You want to talk at a time like this?”
“Mmm.” Asher couldn’t think of a better time to ask her. She was pliant in his hands, and she’d be willing to tell him just about anything. “I want to know that