Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(70)

“Everything you’ll give me, Alyse.”

I start to tell him everything I am already belongs to him, but a feminine voice interrupts.

“Two Jamesons on the rocks, courtesy of Mr. Weaver.” A beautiful, scantily clad waitress whose low voice is as sultry as a sex phone operator sets two amber-filled glasses down on the small table in the center of our intimate space.

“Thank you,” Asher replies, barely giving her a glance to which I’m secretly glad.

Feeling a bit nervous, I reach for a cup and bring it to my lips. Whiskey isn’t generally my drink of choice, but I only had two glasses of wine with dinner so I could use some liquid courage about now.

“Do you remember the Fourth of July that year?” he asks.

How could I forget? I’m sure my cheeks are tinged in embarrassment. In all these years, we’ve never talked about that day. “Yes.”

“Jesus, I wanted you so damn bad, Alyse. I wouldn’t talk to Conn for days afterward.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Why?”

He draws a line from the edge of my eyebrow down the curve of my face, watching his finger descend. It’s intimate. I like the way it makes my stomach flutter. “Because I selfishly wanted to be the first man you took inside you. I don’t like that someone else has that part of you that was supposed to be mine.”

Swallowing hard, I let his words sink into my skin, enjoying the tingle as they race through my veins straight to that dark, wet place in my core.

We never talked about whether I was a virgin or not, but like everything else about me, I guess Asher knew. I tried to be brave that day, tried to be grown-up. He was a man, after all, and I was just a silly teenager, but I wanted him so bad I’d ached for days afterward with unquenched lust. I had a giant crush on Asher, even thought I was in love with him.

Maybe I was. I think maybe I’ve been a little in love with Asher Colloway for the last eight years, a part of me still with him even when I was with Beck.

Silently, he positions me so my back is against his chest, draping my legs on the outside of his, which indecently opens me up. I don’t protest. I can’t. I want to wade into the warm, scandalous waters he’s leading us to. I want Asher to own me completely. I want to please him.

I want this more than I ever thought possible.

Leaning forward, he snags his own cocktail, but instead of drinking, it hangs loosely from his deft fingers. His free hand crawls up my torso, cupping my aching breast. Short nails scrape across my hardened nipple and my head falls back, resting against his shoulder.

“Even back then you’d crawled under my skin, Alyse.” His voice is soft, seductive, luring me to sinfully wicked places. “You were like a sliver, and I didn’t realize until I saw you again that it had never come out. You’ve been buried inside me for years.”

He pulls down the low neckline of my stretchy dress, exposing my breasts for anyone who cares to walk by and see. My stomach free falls, my eyes drift closed on a moan, and my pelvis starts to move against the raging hard-on twitching in the crack of my ass. I feel drunk on uncontrolled want that’s burning like an inferno inside me.

Whoever thought I would want to be taken in a place where anyone could watch? The thought never crossed my mind. But that’s all I can think about as Asher rolls his chilly glass against an uncovered erect nipple leaving its cold condensation behind, pulling a gasp from my parted lips.

His lips graze my ear as he speaks, creating a chill that runs down the length of my spine. “When I’m with you, inside of you, I know you were created just for me. You’re a part of me I didn’t know was missing until I had you again. I think even back then I recognized you were mine, but I was too young and foolish to understand. I should have never let you go, Alyse. I should have pursued you.”

His low, raspy confession slowly unravels me, blowing down every last defense I’ve built to keep people out like a poorly constructed house of cards.

Setting his drink on the bench to the side of us, he runs his strong hands up my bare thighs, spreading his wider, which opens me further. He reaches the junction of my thighs, but stops.

I can just imagine what I look like.

My full breasts falling out over the top of my dress.

The hem pulled up practically to mid-hip, displaying my drenched pussy.

Passionate desire tightening every inch of my face.

“Tell me you want this.” His choppy hot breath washes over the column of my neck. I feel his chest heave behind me.

I am nothing but a hot mess of coiled want and need.

My nipples burn.

My sex aches.

Every nerve ending is a live wire.

“God, yes. Yes,” I beg. “Please, Asher.”