Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,57

not particularly inclined in the cooking department, but Asher appears to be fully at home in front of the stove.

But that’s not what pulls me to a dead halt.

All night, I had Asher naked in bed, but that’s nothing compared to a shirtless Asher filling out a pair of denim jeans which hug him in all the right places. That ass is fine and I’m not against ogling it for a few seconds. Not to mention the broad expanse of his back. The way it tapers down to a trim waist is enough to make any girl drool. And those biceps, perhaps my favorite feature, the way they flex and bunch makes me squirm.

He’s a powerful man, a gentle lover, and a raging beast all rolled into one. I told him not to take things easy last night and he put me through my paces, deliciously so, exposing me to his feral nature in what I can only describe as the most intense sexual experience of my life.

The straps of muscles across his back flex as he dances to the music. He rocks the beat, moving his hips in a seductive dance. If I were wearing panties, this is the moment they would burst into flames and land me flat on my back ready for an encore of last night. Actually, that countertop looks a bit underutilized.

We christened every available surface in his bedroom. Why not do the same in his kitchen? Hell yeah, I’m ready to go another few rounds.

His back is to me, and he doesn’t hear me enter. He can’t because the music is too loud.

Damn, the man can move. He’s good enough to star in one of those all-male dance reviews. Thunder from down under? Hell, I’m ready for a little more thunder down there right now, courtesy of one Asher La Rouge, and I know the man can bring it.

Biting my lower lip, I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and sneak up behind him. I bite my lip as I debate my options. Completely oblivious to my presence, his hips gyrate and thrust forward.

I slide my hands up his back then drag my nails back down over his hard muscles. His entire body stills and I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist where I trace the expanse of his chest with my fingertips.

After last night, I’m officially an expert in every rise and dip of his sculpted perfection, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.

“Good morning, handsome.” I use my most seductive voice. “Wanna go for a ride? I’m not wearing panties.” It’s not my fault, I’m needy and horny.

The direction of my exploratory fingers change course, dipping down the hard ridges of his well-defined six-pack where I allow them to sink below the waistband of his jeans. My fingers flitter across the tip of his cock encouraging a response.

“Whoa!” His entire body jerks. He grips my wrist and spins around, holding me out and away from his body. “Good morning to you too sweetheart, but how about a ‘Hello nice to meet you’ before you go shoving your hand down my pants and grabbing my junk.”

“Huh?”

Asher’s grip is firm on my wrist and he looks at me as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen me.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” He cocks his head as his gaze takes a leisurely stroll down my body. He unabashedly stares at my tits. Since I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples are tight little nubs which practically poke a hole through the soft cotton.

“Damn, you’re fine.” He gives me a long, hard look. “And as much as I’d love to have your hands on me, especially down there, I think my brother will have something to say about that.”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t know Ace had company.” He keeps talking while my head spins. “I’m guessing he’s been keeping you hidden in his room, which explains the noises last night.”

I gulp and stare.

“This isn’t funny.” I’m thoroughly confused.

The same forest-green eyes stare at me. That same smirk tilts the corners of his mouth. He’s got the same dark hair, identical build, identical height.

Identical everything.

But this is not Asher.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

“Oh my God.” I jerk my hand out of his grip. “What the hell?”

He gives a low, throaty laugh, the same one Asher uses when he’s amused. “I guess he didn’t tell you about me?”

“He mentioned brothers, but not that you’re identical.” I swear Asher said