A spastic tremble zips through my thighs, soaking my panties. "I want you," I say, stopping to wet my lips. "Here."
One of his eyebrows lifts. "You sure about that?"
With my slow, confident nod, he throws me one last heated look before disappearing behind the partition.
I dart back into my room, heart stuck in my throat as I search for my silk robe. Once again, I'll be half-naked with Asher. This time, there won't be anyone to interrupt us.
All sorts of intense feelings stir up whenever he's around. Most of all, I feel respected. Merely looking into his eyes reminds me of home, and all I left behind. Although he hasn't been openly flirtatious like he was in New York, he wears his desire for me like a cologne. It's always hanging in the air surrounding us.
Am I ready to do this with him? The concept alone is unethical. Since I made it clear he's off the clock, the second he steps foot inside my apartment it shouldn't matter, right? It'll change the dynamics anyway, that's for sure. May even mess with our friendship, drawing lines that I'm not ready to cross. But we're two consensual adults with needs.
As I'm checking my damp hair in the mirror, wishing I had at least thrown on a little makeup, there's a solid knock on the front door. I suppose if he's not working, it would be presumptuous to use the code to let himself in, but I appreciate the effort either way. Giving my reflection one last sweep, noticing my nipples are already poking against my thin cami in anticipation, I decide to skip the robe. May as well make my intentions perfectly clear.
The moment I connect with his dark green eyes, I launch myself into his arms, pressing my lips to his. They're determined and powerful, mirroring mine with pure ardor. Arms wrapped around my waist, he drags me back inside the apartment, his needy mouth nudging my lips open to make way for his tongue. The strong muscle devours me, absorbing every crevice of my mouth while his hands start a journey of their own.
I swear I've waited all my life to kiss Asher Waldorf. The teenage girl who recognized him as being sexy and popular screams in triumph, while Angelina Kendall the actress is reduced to a pile of quivering nerves and gasping breaths. It's as hot as I had always imagined. Maybe even more so.
We grind our bodies together in the middle of the living room as if dancing to our own melody. He's as hard as concrete, and I'm as wet as the ocean roaring outside. I reach for his shorts, ready for him to relieve my tingling center. His thick fingers lock around my wrist.
"This is a bad idea," he pants, pressing his forehead against my cheek. "What about your boyfriend?"
"Theo isn't my boyfriend. Not really. It's all just an act."
"I was hired to protect you. This is wrong."
I stroke his thick neck with my fingers. "Tell me you haven't wanted this forever, and I'll stop." Laughing softly when he drops his chin and moans, I pull his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking hard before releasing it with a pop. "Tell me this doesn't feel good, and I'll go back to my room alone." Then I reach into his shorts, brushing my thumb over the silky dome of his cock, and swirling his arousal over the taut skin. "Because I don't want to stop. I've wanted you since that night in New York."
He reclaims my mouth with a passion so wild it's borderline terrifying. We become a tangled web of desire, groping and tasting each other with years of pent-up tension coming to a head. After wrangling my cami over my damp mess of curls, he growls out something that sounds like "fucking perfect" before pulling one of my hard nipples into his mouth, then the other. I twist my fingers through his short hair, pressing kisses to the top of his head while he's sucking and licking, worshipping my breasts like a man possessed.
You make me feel desired, I think to myself, cradling his head. "I want you, Ash. Please … we've waited too damn long for this moment."
With my request, he drops to his knees, removing my shorts and underwear with one swift tug. There's no time to catch my breath when he starts kissing the center of my bundled nerves. At first his lips are soft, then his fingers join in. Soon he's making hot, wild love to me with his mouth. It's not what I meant, but there's no way I'm going to ask him to stop. He's a bonafide professional, applying the right amount of pressure to make me lose my mind.
I dig my fingernails into his warm skull, wavering on my feet with the rush of an oncoming climax. His other hand grips onto my bare ass, holding me in place like he senses I'm on the verge of falling. Breathing heavily, I focus on the sensations swirling through me until I'm dangling over the edge of sanity, dangerously close to shattering.
When he finally wrangles an orgasm from my electrified body, I come and come, completely out of my wits as if I've been catapulted to another planet. As I'm returning from the blissful high, I'm vaguely aware of his body pressed to mine when he carries me back to my bedroom, pressing soft kisses against my face the entire way.
Then I'm on my back in bed, his giant frame looming over me. And he's gloriously naked, his heavy cock bobbing between us in all its glory. Damn, he's beautiful everywhere.
But the way he's looking down on me makes me want to cry for some reason. It's like he's sad, and maybe even a little confused. Worst of all, I fear he's already regretting what we're about to do. And I have no words of comfort, no promise to sooth his fears.
While rubbing his thigh, I use my other hand to point at the nightstand. "Condoms are in the drawer."
"You're absolutely sure you want this?" he asks again.
I nod, not wanting to think about it any longer. Even though I'm not in an actual relationship with Theo and the words "I love you" or possessive labels have never been uttered, are we technically "together?"
The moment he's rolled the condom over his massive shaft, I grab onto his neck, pulling his lips down to meet mine. My sour taste on his tongue arouses me all over again, as if his face is still nestled between my legs. At first he merely arches into me, rubbing his erection against my belly as we kiss. So I reach down to guide him inside, gasping inside his mouth when he finally enters. He's so much bigger than I had anticipated. It feels fucking wonderful.
He stops and draws his mouth back, making me cold and achy all over. "You okay?"
"Only if you keep going."
Heated eyes capture mine, igniting every last inch of my skin with a blazing heat. "I don't want to hurt you."
I laugh in a happy, carefree sound I swear I haven't made since I was a kid. "That's good, because you're doing the exact opposite."
His lips capture mine as he continues easing in all the way. I guide him to pump harder and faster, lighting every nerve ending in my body with the power of a grenade. As I'm bucking against him, head tilted back to the ceiling, I hear, "Angie? You home?"
Shit.
6
Asher
I freeze with the sound of a man's voice, my eyes pinning Angie's. She lets out a reluctant sigh before motioning for me to climb off. Reluctantly, I do as she requests, arms crossed as I wait for an explanation.
She slides off the bed and slips into a robe. "I don't know what he's doing back here. He's supposed to be in the Keys already."
That's all it takes for my dick to go soft. Anger crawls up my spine, heating my head until it's the temperature of lava. I finally had the chance to be with her, and that jackass ruined it. "Your panties and pajamas are in the living room," I remind her through clenched teeth.
Her hands run over her wild hair. "I'll think of something. Just … stay put."
After she leaves, I throw on my shorts and head into the bathroom, washing her smell off my face. It's my fault for accepting her offer while she's still involved with her costar for whatever fucked-up reason she was trying to justify. She's dealing with too much the way it is, and didn't need one more complication added to the list. But dammit, I've wanted her for so fucking long that there wasn't anything that could've stopped me from jumping at the opportunity.
As I slip out of her room, trying to listen in on whatever she's telling him, slow and sensual music begins to blast from the living room speakers. Fucking great. Either she suspected I'd be eavesdropping, or Theo's in the mood to get it on. If I had thought to throw on a damn shirt, I could've charged in there and pretended she had asked me to come over to check on something. Instead I creep down the hallway until I can't go any further without being seen.
" … lay down," I finally hear Angie say. "Did you drive here like this?"
Theo makes a loud snorting noise, sounding like a total prick. "Like any cop in this city's gonna stop me? It's easy to bribe ‘em. You should try it sometime, Ang. Better yet, you can come with me now and see for yourself!"
"I'm not going to let you kill someone with your car!" Angie snaps.
"Come on, baby! I won't hurt anyone, I promise! It'll be fun! The party will still be going by the time we get back down there! It wasn't the same without you! You're so fucking hot-I miss having that sweet ass around!"