Asher’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”
Her breasts felt suddenly heavy and her sex tingled. Imagine reaching under a kilt and encountering this.
He leaned against the counter, making no move to cover himself, clearly very comfortable with his body. And with her. On the floor. At his feet.
It occurred to her then why she was drawn to the bad boys. She was turned on by the thought of being sexually submissive and dominated. And Asher, with his bold swagger and sinful body, was the ultimate bad boy.
She grabbed the base of his penis and took him into her mouth.
***
Asher groaned and gripped the edge of the counter, removing his hand only to brush the hair from her face. He wanted to watch everything. He kept his hips as still as he could to let Olivia control how deeply she could take him. But, damn, it was hard. Her mouth felt amazing.
Glancing at the full-length mirror on the back of the door, he was able to see her full profile as she worked him over. He watched as a cool hand slid over his hip and belly and up to his chest. There was a slight twinge of pain as she teased his nipple between her finger and thumb.
His release was coming fast and hard. But before that happened, he felt a strange, almost uncomfortable sensation. She’d slipped the tip of a finger into his anus. With that realization, his whole body tightened.
“Shhh,” she whispered as she continued to work his length with her other hand. “Relax for me. This is as far as I need to go.”
Threading his fingers in her long silky locks, he gave in to her.
Almost instantly, the pressure intensified and what was once uncomfortable was now extremely stimulating. His fingers and toes went numb and a roaring sound rang in his head. She was saying something else, but her words were lost to him as a ferocious wave of pleasure, unlike anything he’d felt before, slammed into his body.
When it was finally over, he drew in a ragged breath, almost surprised to find that he was still leaning against the tile counter. He helped Olivia to her feet and pulled her close.
“Incredible,” he murmured into her hair. “What you did with… I never would’ve thought…” Hell, he couldn’t even formulate a complete sentence.
Her laughter was lighthearted and sweet. “You liked it, then?”
He answered by pressing his mouth to her swollen lips.
The little death. And now he understood exactly what that meant. He was pretty sure that in this small bathroom above Reckless Motor Sports, she’d stopped his heart.
Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance by Jennifer Ashley, Alyssa Day, Felicity Heaton, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Erin Quinn, Bonnie Vanak and Caris Roane
CHAPTER 7
“I am not sitting in this tub alone.” Asher checked the temperature and turned on the hot water again.
“It’s not big enough for both of us,” Olivia protested, one hand on the bathroom door. “I’ll take a quick shower after you’re done.” She had planned to give him his privacy as he soaked. It would give her a chance to check her messages. She’d missed a few calls from her mom. It was too late to call her back, but she’d send another text to say she was fine and should be home in the morning.
“It’s plenty big enough. We’ll make it work.”
She eyed the confined space. “But—”
“Olivia, you’re bathing. With me. Now.” Without waiting for a further response from her, he grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, tossing it into the corner along with his T-shirt and jeans. A moment later, her bra and panties joined the pile.
His eyes were hooded as he looked at her. One of the tiny braids hidden in his hair had fallen forward and a black bead at the end caressed his cheek. Her skin heated in response to the possessive way he stared at her, and she felt her nipples tighten.
“Holy Fates, Liv.”
He did it again. Used another nickname. It was surprisingly intimate, as if he’d been saying it for years and knew everything about her. Something warm blossomed in her chest.
His fingers curved around her hipbone and with his thumb, he caressed the skin of her stomach. “Soft, delicate, and yet so strong. I don’t imagine either of us will get much sleep tonight.”
Her inner muscles clenched a few times at the promise of his words, and a trickle of heat slickened her sex. His nostrils flared slightly as if he could sense her arousal.
The water was hot, but not too hot. Once they were inside, she settled between his bent legs, her back to his front.
“You see, lass? It’s a perfect fit. I can reach everything I need.” One hand came around and cupped her breast.