Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,33

tongue lashes against mine as I surrender to the kiss and slip my fingers right over the hard, rigid length of his cock which tents the fabric of his pants.

My expectation is he’ll jump. As for me, my heart thuds in time with each stroke of his tongue against mine, each nip of his teeth on my lips. My breaths flutter and still, only to pick up again as I pant against him. My heart beats faster as his lips lock to mine, deepening the kiss.

Holy hell, the man can kiss.

Asher is kissing me and it’s way better than what my poor mind imagined.

It’s mind-blowing, pulse-pounding, and breathtakingly insane.

This is happening and he’s rock hard. The turgid length of him stiffens in my hand and gives a little jerk. He clamps his fingers around my wrist and holds my hand tight against his groin.

“You get one warning. Don’t tease the beast. Once you open those floodgates, I won’t stop until I’ve had every piece of you, owned every inch of your hot little body, and buried myself so deep inside your warm, wet pussy that you’ll never forget my name. I’ve spent every night with my fist right where your hand is, jerking off as I think about fucking you. About how it’s going to feel when I finally slip inside of you.” He draws back, hovering a breath away, but it’s enough. “So be very careful. If you’re not intending to take this to that level, hands off my dick. This is your one chance to take a step back, but it’s the only chance you’ll have. I want you.”

I hear him.

I hear every filthy word and he steals my breath with his honesty, the freedom with which he talks about, not just sex, but wanting it with me.

Taking me.

I wrap my free arm around his shoulder and run my fingers through his hair. I don’t move. I’m barely breathing, and I close my eyes as time comes to a screeching halt.

I can stay like this forever, wrapped in the potency of his desire, my fingers curved around the evidence of his arousal. I’m not taking this back.

Justin never made me feel this alive. Sex was something we shared, but didn’t talk about, not openly like this. Instead, it was a dirty secret that needed to be locked away.

Asher doesn’t lock anything away. He claims what he wants, expressing his desires head on, upfront, eager, open, and demanding. I believe him too. I can let go of his dick and he won’t push things between us, or I can live recklessly. I can take from him, claim this moment as mine and pray it eases the unbearable pain within me.

Would that be so bad?

Asher knows I don’t live around here. Anything we do is temporary. It comes with an expiration date. If he’s going to use me, why can’t I use him back?

My heart lodges in my throat and I consider pulling my hand away. My entire body trembles because this is a huge step for me.

“Evelyn…” His hot breath whispers across my skin, desperate, wanting, but waiting for me to continue. “For the love of God, don’t let go.” Tilting his head back, he stares at the ceiling tiles overhead. “Fuck, I’ve thought about you every second of every day. Your hand feels so damn good.”

It’s enough that I feel a visceral punch to my gut knowing he thinks about me the same way I think about him. That he not only fantasizes about me, but touches himself while he thinks of fucking me. It’s erotic as hell.

Exciting.

And so far out of my comfort zone.

Am I brave enough to take what I want?

The color of his eyes deepens to the darkest emerald. They’re unrelenting as they bore into me, begging me to choose him—to choose us.

He digs deep, uncovering my secrets, and making them his. I’m well aware I’m gripping his cock. The thin fabric of his pants is merely an inconvenience for what we want to pursue.

His grip on my wrist is firm, confident, and completely without shame. This is a man who’s not afraid to fuck, not afraid to take what he wants, and is so much more confident about his body than I am.

“Feel how you affect me, how hard I get for you.” He begins to move his hand, making mine move beneath him. He shows me how to stroke him, and it’s not soft and gentle.

A throat clears behind us and we jerk