Until Series(23)

“Yes, that’s my ma. She probably came to make sure you were okay. I’m sure Dad told her what happened last night,” he says, startling me out of my perusal of his body and tattoos. I look up into his smiling face, wondering what he thinks is so funny about his mom finding me in his bed.

“This is so embarrassing. She probably thinks I’m a slut,” I say, wondering if this is normal for him.

“She doesn’t think anything except that you slept here after your apartment was broken into. Now, we need to get up, but first, you need to kiss me,” he tells me with a straight face.

“What?” I whisper.

“You need to kiss me. All night you slept cuddled into me. You can’t do that to a man without at least kissing him.” His face is close to mine and his eyes are warm. My eyes drop to his mouth. I can’t help it; he has a nice mouth.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, his mouth brushing mine.

“No,” I whisper back, watching his eyes darken.

“Okay, then. I’m going to kiss you,” he says against my lips. My brain is screaming, yes, yes, yes. Then I feel his lips touch mine softly. My hand moves to his bicep to hold on. When his mouth moves away from mine, I want to pull him back. Then he licks the seam of my mouth, and the minute his tongue touches me, my lips part.

I kiss him back, first softly then wildly. My other hand reaches for his hair and I run my palm against it, feeling it prickle my skin, happy to know it feels as good as I thought it would. When his hand goes to my hair, I can feel him pull out my hair tie and grab a fist full of hair at the back of my head. The bite of pain feels so good that I moan into his mouth. He bites my lip softly then sucks my tongue into his mouth. I follow him, doing the same.

He growls and his other hand travels along my side until I feel his fingers near my breast. I press myself into his hand and he growls again. My other hand goes from his bicep to his back. It is so smooth and hard at the same time. I’m mesmerized by the sensation of his thumb traveling across my nipple, I whimper, arching into him. He pulls his mouth away from mine, shoving my face into his neck. “Fuck!” I am so turned on that I don’t realize what is happening until I hear his mom from the kitchen.

“I’m making coffee, kiddos. Where is the dog food?” she asks through the door.

“Oh my God,” I whisper into his neck and I can feel his body start to shake. “This is not funny,” I tell him and he laughs harder.

“You’re right. This shit is not funny. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life and I know Ma’s not gonna leave until she see for herself that you’re okay.” I don’t want to think too much about it, but the thought of me turning him on and making him harder than he’s ever been makes me smile and I can’t help but giggle.

“Are you laughing at me, baby?” he whispers in my ear. I start laughing louder. Then he starts tickling me. “Don’t laugh at me, baby.” I’m laughing so hard that I think I might pee my pants so I started begging him to stop. “Please, I won’t laugh at you anymore. I promise, I promise,” I say through my laughter. He stops and looks down at me and both of his hands cup my face.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.” The way he says it and the way he is looking at me, makes me believe that he really thinks I’m beautiful. I can feel my face go soft at his words. He bends his head and kisses me again. This time, it’s soft and sweet. When his mouth leaves mine, we are both breathing heavily.

“You’re the one who is beautiful,” I tell him softly, running my fingers down his jaw. His face goes soft and his eyes warm. His mouth is coming toward mine again.

“Alright, kids, coffee’s on and I still can’t find the dog food.”

“Ma, Jesus! We’ll be out in a minute to feed the dog,” Asher yells.

“Asher James Mayson, you watch your tone and don’t use the lord’s name in vain,” his mom says.

I have to bite my lip but when I can’t hold it and start laughing, I have to cover my mouth so his mom doesn’t hear me.

Without warning, he knifes up and pulls me up with him. We are suddenly standing next to the bed. He bends to kiss my nose then turns and walks towards the bathroom. I’m stuck in place, looking at his back muscles as he moves.

I am still standing in the same place when I hear the toilet flush and he walks out. Then I am in a complete Asher fog because he is still shirtless and the tattoos on his arms and chest are on full display, along with his eight pack abs and the sexy v leading into his loose sweats. Who knew that abs like that were real.