“You wanna admit what you said when you were in here talking to yourself?”
“I wasn’t talking to myself,” I snap at him. “I was talking to Beast.” I’m a genius. I forgot about Beast. He’s the perfect cover up.
His eyes narrow. “So, what were you saying to Beast then?”
“Nothing. Just that I love him and he’s a good dog, even if he doesn’t love me.”
“Trust me, he loves you. Even though he thinks you’re whacked.” Does that mean Asher loves me? Wait, what the hell?
“I’m not whacked.” I growl at him.
“Do you love me, baby?”
“W−wh−what?” I stutter, shaking my head. Then, he is crowding me against the counter.
“Don’t piss me off, baby,” he growls. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. His eyes drop to my mouth and narrow. “Tell me you love me.” I start shaking my head and he holds my face between his hands. “Tell me you love me so I can say it back.”
“What?” I whisper in shock, searching his face to make sure he’s telling the truth.
“Tell me, baby.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Say it, baby.” He lays his forehead against mine.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I whisper, “I love you.” My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest. I hear his sharp intake of breath then his hands fist into the hair at the sides of my head.
“Open your eyes.” I swallow then open my eyes. “I love you too, baby. Jesus, I’ve loved you since I saw your beautiful face standing at the bar in your dad’s club. I knew then that you were it for me.”
“You were a jerk,” I remind him, smiling.
“Yeah,” he smirks. “I was pissed that I was gonna have to beat up Mike.”
“What?” I say through my laugh.
“I was going to have you one way or another,” he says, biting my bottom lip. “If that meant beating up Mike, I was willing to do whatever was necessary to stake my claim.”
“You’re serious?” I giggle and shake my head in disbelief.
“You’re worth it,” he whispers. I feel my nose start to sting and a tear slide down my cheek. His thumb catches it. He kisses me softly and lays his forehead back against mine. “Now I wish I had time to show you how much I love you. But if I did that, we would be late and I don’t want to piss Ma off on Christmas Eve.”
M nipples go hard as tingles race through my body. I want him to show me how much he loves me. He kisses me again, this time a little deeper but still not enough. When he pulls his mouth away, I want more. “We can be a few minutes late. I’ll take the blame,” I say breathlessly as I scrape my nails over his abs, watching his eyes grow dark at my touch. I lean forward and touch my mouth to his chest, running my tongue up to his collarbone.
One of his hands fist in my hair and the other pulls me closer to him so I’m on the edge of the counter. The hard length of him is pressed to my center. He takes my mouth in a hard, deep kiss then his mouth leaves mine, traveling down my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He puts my arms around his shoulders then picks me up, carrying me out of the bathroom. I fly through the air, and then my body hits the bed so hard, I bounce twice. I hear my hot rollers hitting the hardwood floor. Then my shorts and panties are off. His hands travel up my thighs and my legs fall open.
“I love this pussy, baby. So pink, wet, and mine,” he growls the words against my clit, making my pulse race. He licks me from top to bottom. “Jesus, so fucking sweet,” he says, licking me again. This time, his tongue circles my clit, not making contact.
I whimper.
“Hush, baby.” He licks me again, pulling my clit into his mouth. My hips shoot off the bed and my hands hold his head while my heels press into the mattress. He growls then throws both my legs over his shoulders and lifts my ass. His mouth is eating me like he’s starving. My hips circle, pressing him deeper. I am close, so close.
“Asher,” I moan. “Please.” My back bows off the bed and my eyes shut tight. My hands fist the sheets at my sides. I am searching for it. I’m close. I feel it start then his mouth is gone. I whimper and he slams into me.
“Yes,” I scream.
Asher looks down at me. “Give me your mouth, baby.” My head is righted and his mouth is on mine. I can taste the salty sweetness of myself in the kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips, running my hands up his back, feeling the muscles contract as he’s pounding into me.
“I’m going to come,” I say, shoving my face into his neck and biting down. My limbs go tight around him.