time getting to explore every inch of your body.”
Holy shit, but he doesn’t mince words.
“Rope?”
“It’s a particular skillset I’m good at. You might remember how efficiently I tied you up the first time.”
“Oh, I remember.” Being a living backpack and riding Asher away from that fire is not something I’ll ever forget.
“I plan on getting lost inside of you. How’s that for what I want?”
“Pretty damn clear.”
“I can be a saint. The guest room is yours, if that’s what you need, but damn if the devil in me doesn’t want to come out and play. There are so many sinful things I want to do to you.”
His words heat me up from the inside and I bite my lip thinking about some of the things I want him to do.
“Hmm, I’m not sure.” I shouldn’t tease him, but I can’t help myself.
Spending the night with him doesn’t feel like relaxing. It sounds like taking all this sexual energy swirling around us, bottling it up, and shaking it until it explodes.
It sounds a whole lot like a bad idea.
Which is why I’m fully on board.
“I want to kiss you until your lips are imprinted on my soul. Devour you until your taste lingers on my tongue. Your cries of pleasure will be the only thing I hear for weeks to come. I want to bury myself inside you, feel your pussy milk my cock and spend all night inside of you. But, if you prefer the guest room, you can sleep alone.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see. How about we stop and get a few things?” Like clothes I probably won’t wear if Asher gets his way.
The entire weekend stretches before us and I plan on spending that time in Asher’s bed letting him do all the devious things he wants.
He takes a deep breath and leans into me. Every molecule of oxygen in the air disappears because I’m suddenly breathless and panting. His lips hover, kissably close.
“I hope I’m not scaring you, my little backpack, but I haven’t felt this way in a very long time.”
I’ve never felt this way.
The distance between our lips vanishes as he brushes his over mine. Unlike our previous kiss, this one is slow, determined, and utterly breathtaking. There’s a power he holds over me. It’s mesmerizing and there’s a very real chance I’m falling for him.
It’s as if he’s captured my breath and is holding it hostage until he decides to release me. Surrender is my only option and I freely let myself go as he nibbles and licks, soft at first then a little more insistent.
“I want you.” The words are possessive and reverberate within every molecule inside of me.
My body comes alive pressed against his, lips locked to his, his arms wrapped around my waist. The soft, gentle, but insistent kiss, morphs into something needier, hungrier. Desperation fuels my breaths because I want to give him everything he wants. The deep groan spilling from him elicits an answering murmur from me.
“Fuck, Evelyn, what you do to me is criminal.”
“Asher…” His name slips from my lips in a drawn-out moan, full of desire and unrequited need. I’m inpatient and needy. I grab at his shirt, needing to pull it off, but he grips my wrist and tugs it free.
A low chuckle escapes him. “Fuck. I need you, but if we don’t cool this down right now, we’ll both be arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Take me home.”
“The best words I ever heard, but what about that shopping trip?”
“Fuck shopping.” I’ll deal with my lack of clothing and toiletries later.
Still gripping my wrist, he lowers my hand to his groin where he places it over the hard ridge of his erection. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
My fingers stretch against his arousal. Denim separates me from what I want.
“We need to stop for condoms.” His low chuckle vibrates the air.
I’m not sure what it is about his voice. Either it’s the low rasp, the deep rumble, or something else, but it’s like throwing gasoline on a smoldering flame. Every groan, each rumble, ignites an inferno within me. Flames licks along my skin, scorching hot, it sears a path to my heart where it burns its way inside and settles in, warming me up from the inside out.
“We need to go,” I say.
He walks me to my door, holds it open while I climb in, and I stifle a little cry when he releases me to get in the driver’s seat. Nothing is said