Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(60)

I know the exact spot on her neck that will convince her to acquiesce to my every sinful desire.

I know exactly how hard to suck her nipples, delivering just the right amount of pain to mix exquisitely with the pleasure I’m lavishing on other body parts.

I know the precise amount of pressure she needs on her clit to unravel and come repeatedly all over my fingers, my tongue, or my cock.

And I can tell when she’s getting close to climax by the flush on her skin, the change in her breathing, and the little hitch in the back of her throat. By her current level of breathlessness, I’d say she’s getting pretty damn close to flying.

I unconsciously reach down to stroke my pulsing cock through my jeans. I think it’s highly possible I could embarrass myself and come in about five pulls. I’m not at all sure I even care.

I want to move and watch her face as she falls headfirst into what I can tell will be one intense orgasm, but I don’t want her to stop. She obviously doesn’t know I’m here and I don’t want her to. I need to watch her through completion.

Once I hear low curses, I have to force my hand down to my side or I won’t be able to stop myself from coming with her. And when she finally falls over that elusive ledge, crying my name, I can’t help but move a few steps to the right, embracing the voyeur in me.

My favorite part of making love with Alyse is watching her face when she comes. Her pleasure becomes my own, especially when it’s me forcing her body to places I know she hasn’t been before.

When I finally get a glimpse of her pleasure-laden face, I suck in a breath. Christ almighty, she is absolutely magnificent. I have never seen a single thing more beautiful than Alyse in the throes of orgasm. I want nothing more than to bury my face between her legs and lap up every drop of her release. It belongs to me. I crave it on some primal level that I can’t even explain.

I shamelessly watch her come down. Her body slowly stops shuddering and she works to control her breaths as she withdraws her little pleasure wand, now coated with her juices, and drops it with a heavy thud to the floor.

Alyse’s eyes are tightly closed, but if she opens them at all, she’ll see me blatantly staring at her, ravenous hunger etched over every inch of me. It’s taking all my willpower to not scoop her into my arms and fuck her against the closest object.

Chancing it anyway, I move quietly forward and take a seat on the couch, letting my legs fall open. I have to carefully adjust my cock. He’s throbbing and on edge. One wrong move and he’ll erupt. The need to palm myself is powerful, but I won’t. The need to just sit here and drink in the sight of the woman who has become my entire world wins out over releasing the agony that’s drawn my balls tight.

I savor each second, because I fear once she realizes I’m here, she’ll kick my ass out.

So I sit.

I watch.

I wait.

And about fifteen seconds later, my visual worshipping is shattered when she opens her eyes.





Chapter 22





Alyse





“What the fuck, Asher!” I scream, scrambling to sit up. I pull my ear buds out and climb to my feet, but my legs are wobbly, both from my recent orgasm and the anger now coursing wildly through my bloodstream. “How the hell did you get in here?”

A slow smile eats his face. He proudly holds up something gold and shiny between two deft fingers, waving it idly back and forth. “Extra key.”

I am completely mortified at the thought that he just sat there and watched me masturbate. And the fact that I practically yelled his name?

Oh.

My.

God.

How dare he.

“Get out.” I stab my finger toward the door. I wish to hell I was wearing something that covered more. I’m also wishing I hadn’t played Enigma on my Pandora app, which caused me to get so goddamn worked up I had no choice but to relieve the building pressure or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Asher has gotten my body so attuned to sex every damn day that, even through my hurt and anger, all I can think of is how much I miss the press of his perfectly honed, masculine body against mine.

“No.”

“No?”

“That would be correct.”

Like a petulant child, I huff angrily and make my way to my bedroom, trying to slam and lock the door, but a well-placed foot thwarts that idea. I sigh and keep heading toward the bathroom, so I can at least grab a robe to cover up. But he’s on my heels and grabs it out of my hand as I go to put it on.

“Asher, stop. Just leave. Please.” The last word comes out soft and weak. I’m a little buzzed, emotionally drained, and I’m just not up for a verbal sparring match tonight.

After he crushed me with his three little words, I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to work, but finally gave up at four and left for the day. For about half a second, I briefly considered calling Al and swapping jobs with him, but I’m no quitter. I took this job, I committed to it, and no matter what happens with Asher and me personally, I will not shirk my professional responsibilities. I can’t do that to myself, my employees, or my business.