“No,” I giggle awkwardly. “Honestly, Asher. You take it. I’ll have this one.” I offer him a reassuring smile as I pick up a different slice of pizza.
“Stop!” he growls, the demand in his tone making my breath catch in my throat.
Heat sweeps over me and moisture pools between my thighs as I look up from the slice of pizza to see his normally whisky coloured eyes turn dark as his pupils dilate.
“Put it down,” he demands, and I slowly place the slice of pizza back in the box, my body reacting like his puppet.
He stands then, bending to pick up the slice we had both reached for before he walks around the coffee table and approaches me.
I can’t speak. I can’t find words or a hint of my voice as I watch him, his dark gaze remaining locked with mine. I should look away. Break this eye lock, but I don’t. I’m too weak to sever the invisible cord.
“This slice is for you.” Asher’s voice is quiet as he lowers himself to his haunches before me, and he reaches out with the slice of pizza, offering to feed me.
Stop this right now, Lily. Don’t do this.
I should listen to my inner self. She’s smart.
But I don’t.
I lean forward in the armchair. My lips part. My eyes remain locked on Asher as his eyes dart from mine to my lips, watching as he feeds the tip of the slice into my mouth.
“Bite,” he demands quietly, and I do. I bite that pizza, my lids falling shut as the flavour explodes on my tongue, tasting more delicious than I remember it being a few minutes ago. “That’s it,” he rasps. “Open up and take more.”
I can’t fucking help it. I moan again from his words alone.
The moment I feel his hand on my knee, my lids fly open.
“Crap,” I hiss, leaping up and nearly knocking him over as I flee across the room. “What the fuck am I doing?” I whisper to myself as I reach the fridge and swing the door open, sticking my head in, desperate to cool myself down.
I’ve lost my mind!
“Lily.” Asher’s low rumble comes from behind me, and I stiffen, straightening from the fridge to close the door.
My breathing is shallow. Shit… am I having an allergic reaction to something?
“Why did you run?”
My brows shoot up, and I spin on my heel to face him, readyto… I don’t know what, because when I turn, I come face to face with him. I didn’t realise he was standing this close.
“I didn’t run,” I say breathlessly, taking a small step back before I realise I should’ve stepped sideways. Now I’m trapped between him and the fucking fridge.
“Yes, you did.” He smirks, calling me out.
Oh shit. He’s like sex on legs. Fucking hell, how have I never noticed this before? I bet girls have been going weak at the knees over him for years.
His tongue darts out, wetting his lips, and my knees nearly collapse from under me. I wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue glide between my folds.
Oh hell.
I’m so screwed.
Just his mere presence is teasing me senseless.
There is no way Asher Scott can wantme. Not likethat.
Sure, he thinks he does right now because I’m probably the only female he’s been this close to for two years, but he is Asher Scott. All the girls his age would fall over themselves to get his attention. He’s just horny. That’s what’s going on right now. He needs to get laid, and since I’m the only female in sight, his attention has turned to me. Which he will regret, obviously.
He needs to go out and find someone his age.
