“That sounds more fitting, given what we’ve been doing.”
“Hmmm.” He moans into the crook of my neck, his deep voice raspy and sinful. “Let’s do it again.”
“You’re insatiable.” I arch my neck, giving him better access as his lips sear a trail over my skin. “I’m not as young as you, remember?”
He chuckles, pulling back to look me in the eye. “You’re as young as the guy you fuck.”
A laugh bursts from me, and I feel Asher’s rumble as he ducks his head and nuzzles my ear.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“When it comes to you, yes.” He nips at my lobe, and I’m already aching to have him again, even though I feel like it should be physically impossible.
My smile is huge. I feel so happy I can hardly believe it.
Asher Scott is in my bed. Nibbling on my ear, our naked bodies tangled together.
Pinch me!
“I have a question.” His husky tone does all sorts of things to my body that I didn’t know were possible, and I instantly miss his lips on me as he shifts back, propping himself up on his elbow to rest his head on his hand.
“Shoot.” I smirk, my eyes travelling down to his chest, and the tattoos painting his skin.
As if he knows just how turned on I am by the sight of him, Asher leans in, pressing his soft, swollen lips against mine for a brief teasing nibble before drawing back, and for a moment, I chase his lips, already missing them.
“Focus, Lily.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes, shifting back so he can speak. “The day you confronted my old man, and I was meant to stay in the car… I saw you saying something to him. What was it?”
My face drops.
Shit.
I can’t tell himexactlywhat I said. Aside from the fact it will make me seem more unhinged than I already do, if he ever finds out the truth, he’ll likely never speak to me again.
“I can’t remember.” I play dumb. “It was so long ago.”
His sleepy gaze dances between mine, clearly trying to read if I’m being honest or not.
“He stopped being a prick for a while after that day… Until he couldn’t hold back anymore.” His eyes drop to the mattress between us, and I can tell he’s remembering the awful things his father did. “He vanished after he relapsed into his old ways.”
His eyes flick up to me expectantly, like he’s waiting for me to confess to killing his dad.
Does he know?
No… he can’t, yet his almost accusing eyes are unnerving.
“He was an alcoholic and drug addict. God only knows where he ended up,” I counter calmly, and Asher nods, brushing my hair back off my forehead.
It still feels a little weird to be here with him like this. Naked.Cuddling. Intimate. I know it’s stupid to think there could be anything more than just sex and a good time between us. After all, what on earth would a thirty-seven-year-old and a twenty-year-old have in common?
Besides my sons.
Shit.
Don’t think of them.
“Why did you come to see me in prison every few weeks?”
His question takes me by surprise, and my brows shoot up as I inch back to study his face.
