Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(34)

Something is wrong. Something more than the fact that he missed me. This feels like desperation. It feels like deflection and I’m the person he needs to get lost in.

“Asher,” I gasp when he breaks the kiss, feathering his lips down my neck. “What’s wrong?”

He captures my mouth again without a word. Picking me up, he walks backward until I’m seated on what I think must be his desk.

I want to pull him into me as much as I need to push him away, because this is so many shades of wrong. I can’t have sex with Asher in his office, for God’s sake. But it’s as if he’s trying to tell me something with his body that he can’t with words.

And Jesus, I can relate to that on so many levels, so I tell my goody-two-shoes bitch to back off and give in to the moment. The second I do, his kisses slow, his breathing starts to calm, and his grip loosens slightly.

Reaching up, I palm his face and take over. He lets me. I place soft kisses to the corners of his lips, his cheeks, letting my mouth travel over his clean-shaven jaw. I like the whiskers so much better.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, finally leaning back. I search his eyes and find anger and pain fighting for dominance. He pulls me to him, holding tightly.

“It is now,” he whispers against my hair. He takes several deep breaths and I wait for him to explain, but he doesn’t. I don’t know why that hurts more than it should. I don’t even know what we are to each other yet, but it’s something. That much I already know. And I want him to trust me, to feel like he can tell me anything, even though I don’t know if I can give him the same in return.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.

“My place.”

I know exactly what that means and, remembering our wicked phone call last night, I feel my body readying itself for him. “Okay.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Okay.”

Sighing heavily, he unwraps his arms and takes a step back. The immediate loss of his body warmth is startling and chills run the length of my spine. Scrubbing his hand down his face, he walks back over to his desk chair, sitting. His erection is evident through his thin slacks and I want nothing more than to kneel down in front of him and take care of it. He watches me. As our eyes connect, I swear he knows what I am thinking.

“If I don’t stop touching you now, Alyse, I’m going to end up fucking you on my desk. That will happen, just not today.”

“Asher—”

“How was your meeting with Sheila and Aaron?”

“So it’s like that, huh?”

“Did Aaron hit on you?”

Laughing, I shake my head, hoping he takes that as a no. Aaron did, but by the tone of Asher’s voice, I am not about to reveal that little factoid. Something tells me Aaron Hinton will be escorted out by security in about six-and-a-half minutes if I say yes.

His jaw ticks and he pierces me with a hard glare, which I stubbornly return. His voice is low and gravelly when he speaks, like he swallowed broken glass. “Do you want me to fuck you on my desk, Alyse? Is that what you want?”

I didn’t, until he just challenged me. I hadn’t moved from the edge of his desk where he placed me earlier, but now I stand and make my way in front of him. I sit back on the desk again so my feet dangle, spreading my legs ever so slightly. Gripping the edges, I lean forward toward him.

Today I’ve worn a simple, short black A-line dress with three-inch nude peep-toe shoes. It’s cold, but I didn’t wear tights or hose, so my legs are bare and the chilly desk gives me goose bumps.

“And if I said yes?” I have no idea what creature just took over my mind or my mouth, but at this second, I can’t even care.

Asher’s hooded, lusty eyes haven’t moved from mine. The sheer hunger I see in them slays me. He’s probably trying to gauge whether I’m serious or a tease, but God help me, I mean every single word I’m saying. I want him to fuck me. Now. I don’t want to wait another second. One week ago if you told me I’d be in a client’s office offering my body for his pleasure, I would have said enjoy your one-way free trip on the crazy train.

Now I’m afraid it’s me that’s hopped on and the train seems to have jumped the tracks.

Rolling his chair closer, a slow, devious smile curves his full lips as his hands make their way to my bare thighs. Firmly grasping them, he runs his palms up until he reaches the juncture of my aching flesh. Thumbs tease the edges of my panties, slipping slightly underneath. Teasing, but not touching where I need. A low moan escapes my throat and suddenly my head is far too heavy for my neck to support, so it falls back as my eyes drift shut.