Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,68

and even washed my hair.”

He grins against my neck since we both know I’m lazy. “I’m so proud.”

I lower my feet to the floor, and then we’re undressing each other. My shirt goes first, and his jaw actually drops at the sight of my chest. “No bra?”

“I have nothing to contain.”

He scoffs, grasping my right boob with his palm. “This is a beautiful mouthful.”

I’ve always been a little self-conscious of my breast size—what girl isn’t—but under his gaze, I feel I’m more than enough. “Really?”

“I’ve always thought your boobs were hot,” he admits, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My nipples are hard within seconds, and I take in a deep breath. I pull at his shirt, and he lifts it up and over his head, dropping it to join my shirt on the floor.

His chest is defined, with thick, coarse hair along his pecs and torso. I slide my fingers through the hair, and I’m breathless. I lean my head back again as his lips move with mine once more. He skates his hands along my stomach to my breasts, squeezing and cupping them as he leans into me. I can feel every single inch of him, and knowing that, at any second, he could be inside me, I’m starting to feel as if I’m not here. As if I’m on the outside looking in.

I need this to happen.

Now.

I run my hands along his stomach to the button on his jeans. I undo them, and it catches him off guard. He tears his mouth away, and his gaze burns into mine. I fight for my breath as I unzip his jeans. It’s difficult because I’m shaking so bad, but I want this. Our gazes don’t break as I push his pants down his hips. They hit the floor with a thud from his wallet in the back pocket. I swallow hard as I move my gaze down his body to between us. His boxers are gray, tight on his body, and there is no hiding his cock. It’s a long, thick bulge in his boxers.

Oh. Fuck. That’s Asher’s cock.

I take in a deep breath at the sight of him, before our eyes meet once more. He licks his lips as his thumbs catch the inside of the waistband of my shorts before pulling them down agonizingly slowly. It’s as if he moves with his hands, lowering himself along with my shorts. Soon, he’s face-to-face with my pussy, and within seconds, I’m terrified. What if I stink? What if he doesn’t like my aroma? What if he doesn’t like bare pussy? I’ve never in my life been this self-conscious naked in front of a guy.

But Asher isn’t just some guy.

He’s the guy.

I watch as his shoulders rise with his intake of breath and then lower as he exhales. He leans forward, and I hold my breath as his lips press into mine. He takes in another deep breath, almost as if he is inhaling my scent, and everything goes blank. My head falls back, and soon, his words meet my ears.

“You are driving me fucking crazy.”

I swallow hard. “Same.”

I feel his grin against me before the tip of his tongue moves along the slit between my lips. I sigh loudly, my body shaking, and I swear, I’m ultrasensitive to his touch. He coasts his hands up my thighs, pressing his fingers into my skin as his tongue slowly licks inside my lips. His movements are slow, tentative, as he tastes me, but when his tongue touches my clit, I don’t know if it was because of the guttural moan that leaves my lips, but gone is the nervousness, and he doesn’t hold back. He spreads my lips open and sucks my clit into his mouth. I come off the door, gripping the back of his head, which knocks his beanie to the floor. He holds me in place with his forearms, licking and sucking on my pussy like he’s never wanted to do anything else in his life. I can’t breathe. I’m thrashing against the door, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good.

When I come undone, I arch into the door as I moan his name. My body shakes with aftershocks as he laps at my pussy with his tongue, his hands sliding up and down my thighs. He kisses my pelvic bone then my belly button before capturing the back of my knee. He stands, towering over me, looking at me in a way