Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(19)

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eleven,” I tell her as I raise my hand to cup her cheek, my thumb stroking her silky skin. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Jesus, maybe hiring her was a bad idea. I don’t know how I’m going to be around her day in and day out, without wanting her underneath me all the time.

“No. I can drive,” she answers. Breathlessly. I understand the feeling. I can hardly breathe myself. I want to devour her right here on her front step; fuck anybody who may be watching. I’m not shy. I don’t mind.

“No arguing.” I take a step closer, putting my entire body almost flush with hers. I have to give her credit, she doesn’t step back. She swallows hard and her pink, glossy lips part ever so slightly, teasing me to kiss them. “Thank you for going to dinner with me.”

“I enjoyed it,” she responds quietly. This is as hard for her as it is for me. Good. At least I won’t be the only one suffering tonight. Then she totally takes me by surprise. “Come in.”

I groan.

Fuck. Me. I’m trying to do the right thing here and she’s a temptress. Holding water just out of reach to someone who’s been in the desert for a week without it. Except in my case, it’s been over a goddamn month. I want to be buried in her pussy so fucking bad.

All.

Night.

Long.

And if I step foot through that door, that’s exactly what will end up happening.

“I shouldn’t,” I finally manage to say. Jesus. That physically hurt, like the words were tugged right from my balls.

I see the hurt in her eyes and it guts me that she thinks I’m rejecting her, so I do the only thing I can to reassure her of my insane, burning desire. Backing her up against the house, I palm her face and eat at her mouth like the famished man I am.

We moan. We paw. Our bodies writhe as we taste each other’s unique flavor for the first time in eight years. My cock is raving mad with the need to get inside her, except I won’t let this go any further.

Not tonight.

With great effort, I pull back, drawing her forehead to mine. We’re both panting, our breaths ragged. Her eyes are closed tightly, like she’s afraid to open them and look at me for fear she’ll be lost. I know I will be. And I know if she does, I’ll be walking through that door with her, throwing away all my good intentions.

I take her hand, placing it over my throbbing cock. And he is throbbing. Angrily. When her hand makes contact, I hiss, feeling him twitch, and she can’t hold in her own groan. I torture myself by moving our hands up and down my stiff shaft, slowly, my hips pumping involuntarily. I let my lips trail to her ear so I’m sure she hears every word I’m about to say.

“I want you so fucking bad, Alyse. You have no idea the restraint I’m using here to not pull down those sexy tights and claim you right here. Right now. In front of anyone who cares to watch. But you deserve more than a quick fuck. I want, no…I need to do this right. I want you desperate for me, because when I do finally take you, you’re going to be mine. Only mine.”

I suddenly wonder how I ever managed to stay away from this incredible woman for eight long years and why it took me that long to find my way back to her.

With a nip on her earlobe and a quick peck to her lips, I release our hands and walk to my car before I can’t. Before my little head takes over the big one, which is about two point five seconds away from happening.

“Be ready by eleven,” I call as I slip into my pearly white Range Rover, my voice thick with lust.

As I back out of the driveway, I turn, taking one last glance at her. She’s watching me leave, her fingertips brushing against her lips like she’s trying to remember what mine felt like there.

Fuck. It’s going to be a long night.





Chapter 7





Alyse





Wine in hand, I sit in the quiet glass-lined sunroom lost in my own thoughts. I watch Maxwell, the Colloway’s goldendoodle, tootle around out back, sniffing the dead grass for God knows what.

It’s an unusually warm day for November in Detroit, the temperature hovering in the mid-fifties. Asher, Conn, and Luke have moseyed outside to shoot some hoops and Gray is upstairs lying down with Livia, who needed a post-meal nap.

I hear Barb Colloway busying herself in the kitchen, no doubt setting out more food. I’ve never seen a woman with more energy than she. I don’t think she’s sat down once since I arrived this morning, except for our meal.

While I’ve enjoyed being at the Colloway’s today, and it’s certainly better than spending Thanksgiving alone, I can’t help the melancholy mood I find myself in. I need some alone time and this quiet, serene room is the perfect reflective spot.