Inside, I watch Asher as he shucks off his jacket, draping it over the back of the couch. He’s moving easier than he was this morning, and despite the bruises, he looks good.
Tempting.
“Are you eye fucking me, Ms Bennett?”
I smirk at his words as he rolls his sleeves up in that sexy way men do.
“I want you,” I admit, my voice almost a whisper as his searing gaze roams over me.
“You can have me whenever you want.” He smirks.
He’s so damn cocky.
“Get in my bed then,” I demand, my tone firmer than it’s been all day, and he sucks in his lips like he’s trying to fight a smile.
Slowly, he walks past, his scent wrapping around me as he does, his raspy voice meeting my ears. “So bossy, Mummy.”
My mouth drops open at his audacity, and I’m tempted to slap his arse. Hard.
I don’t though. He’s already banged up enough. I have no interest in hurting him.
Well, not like that, anyway.
Spinning, I follow his deep chuckle into my bedroom, watching as he tugs off his tie, tossing it on the floor as I shut us in. He turns to face me, giving me a show as he works on the buttons of his shirt, popping each one free to reveal his chiselled abs and… his wound dressing.
“You doing alright?” he asks, and I gulp, nodding, my eyes snapping up to his.
“Are you in pain? Because we don’t have to?—”
“Stop,” he grumbles. “I’m fine.”
He’s lying, but I guess right now he feels like he can do this, so I nod, tracking the fabric of his shirt as it slips off his shoulders and onto the floor.
My eyes shift to the smaller dressings on his arms, and a flashback of seeing that fucker stab him in the cage slams into me.
I was so terrified he was about to die. Terrified when I saw the shiv, but shit, I’d underestimated Asher’s fighting skills. He’s been trained well. He thought strategically and won, and that’s all that matters.
“Am I the only one getting naked?” he asks as he undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops on his pants and tossing it on the floor with his other items.
I shake my head, stepping out of my black heels before slowly walking towards him. His pants are now pooling at his feet, and he steps out of them, my eyes snagging on the firm bulge in his jocks.
The outline of his straining cock has my mouth watering, as does the wet patch where pre-cum has seeped through the fabric.
Licking my lips, I drag my eyes back up to his whisky gaze before sweeping my copper curls over my left shoulder and turn my back to him.
“Unzip me?” I ask, and a moment later, Asher’s heat seeps through the black fabric of my dress as his fingers graze my neck before easing the zipper down.
As the fabric parts at my back, Asher’s fingers slide underneath, working the dress off my shoulders before the heat of his lips presses to the column of my neck.
“You’re the most beautiful creature that’s ever walked this earth.”
I lean back against his bare chest as my dress pools at my feet, goosebumps scattering over my skin as the cool air in the room hits me.
“I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you.” Hebreathes against my ear, and I whimper as he sucks my lobe into the heat of his mouth.
“I want to drown in you, Lily.MyAngel.”
As his hands come up to cup my breasts, I turn my head, meeting his lips in a searing kiss filled with more passion, more need, than I’ve ever experienced.
