Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,90
I feel it. I just need him to feel it and acknowledge his feelings. His wants. Before I can say anything, though, he captures my mouth and I melt back into him. As I undress him, I’m not sure how Fallon would feel about Asher and me doing it in front of her fireplace. But just like the marshmallow I got on the brick in front of us, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Asher
I press Ally into the door, just as I have many times since our relationship started, and I capture her mouth. She’s supposed to be on her way to class and I’m supposed to be cleaning the scoreboard, but tasting her lips is way more important. It’s been almost a month since we started this, and somehow, someway, it still feels so damn right. I feel her in my hands and on my lips when she isn’t there. I crave not only her body, but her laugh. I’ve always thought she was funny, but she has this sexy, playful way about her that I never allowed myself to enjoy before. I love it. Sometimes, I am so hot and ready to hump her leg, but then she has me in stitches, laughing over the silliest shit.
Like now, she’s grinning against my lips. And I don’t even know why, but I’m excited to find out.
“What?” I ask, grinning too as I run my fingers along her collarbone. Her collarbone is by far the sexiest thing on her. I know—really, Asher? A collarbone? But hers, fuck, it’s hot. I love touching it, licking it, kissing it. But I like doing all those things to every single part of her.
Her sweet green eyes meet mine, and she runs her finger along where I swear I have a permanent dent in my face from the pirate patch I wore for so long. “I still miss the patch.”
I give her a dry look. “Are you telling me you aren’t attracted to me unless I’m a pirate?”
She nods, stone-faced. “It might be an issue. I went into this with a pirate, and now I’ve got this jacked-up, super-sexy man meat, and I’m unsure how to handle all that. I mean, Asher, you’re so fucking hot—”
“Okay, smartass.”
She beams up at me, stroking her fingers along my cheek. “I miss it.”
“I don’t. Now I get to see all of you with both eyes.”
Her fingers still glide around my eye. “I have to admit, it is easier having an eye for each of mine.”
“Exactly. I was getting a headache trying to take in all of you with just one eye.”
“But in a way, it may have developed into a super eye.”
“Ooh, that means I’m Cyclops.”
She goes wide-eyed. “Does that make me Jean Grey because, hello, I’d be so hot.”
I give her a sideways look. “Really? I don’t think you look right with red hair.”
“What? I dyed my hair Ariel red in high school, and you told me I looked good!”
“Oh, I lied,” I laugh and she glares. “You looked terrible, but you were so excited, so I rode it out.”
“You bought me a fork!”
I nod. “Because it was funny to watch you comb your hair with it. Come on, Ally, it was funny!” I say since she is glaring even harder. “I feel like if you had the fork right now, you’d make me a pirate again,” I laugh, but she doesn’t think I’m funny. She’s so cute when she’s mad.
“You’d think right!”
“Can you stab this one? This one has had too much drama.”
She ignores my request. “I thought you loved my hair!” she yells, smacking my chest, and I gather her close in my arms.
“I loved it because you did,” I say simply, nipping at her nose. “For me, you’re perfect the way you are. Just you. Not like anyone else—only you.”
She curves her lips. “My stabbing feeling is subsiding.”
I grin as I kiss her top lip. “Good, I really wanted to take you to dinner tonight, but I don’t want to be on edge every time you grab your fork.”
Her grin grows. “While the thought of making you a pirate does arouse me more so than not, I have to admit, I love staring into your perfect gray eyes.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s still a grayish red.”
She shrugs. “I was thinking that, but I wasn’t sure how to say it without sounding insensitive. So, I’m glad you admit it.”