This was the worst time and place to be distracted by lust, but when his mouth moved lower and his lips brushed her cheek, the anticipation building inside her became a thundering crescendo that drowned out any reason.
She was aching to feel his hands gliding across her body as he moved in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts that nearly broke her. She trembled as her body begged for release.
He was so hard, so warm, and the evidence of his erection against her belly caused her hips to sway toward him. His heart thumped faster as his breath came more rapidly.
When his lips brushed the corner of her mouth, her entire body reacted like it was a blank canvas and he was the artist bringing it to life as she waited for him to brush her skin, color her world, and make her see something that hadn’t been there before. And he could do it; she was certain of it.
Asher kept waiting for her to pull away, but when she didn’t, he kissed her more fully. The kiss they shared in the police station was only a small tease compared to this wonder.
She tasted as amazing as she smelled. When he pulled her head back to give him better access to her mouth, their tongues danced together and the kiss deepened into something more demanding.
Sliding his other hand under her ass, he lifted her from the ground and groaned when her legs locked around his waist. With sensual movements, she rubbed his erection in a way that nearly undid him.
When Asher’s hand slid up the back of her shirt, he started pulling it upward; Brie broke the kiss and lifted her arms over her head. Their eyes locked as he tugged the shirt free. She was aware of all the scars on her body, and they were on full display for him to see now, but she didn’t care.
They were her scars, there was no hiding them, and she was not ashamed of them. They were hers to bear, and she did so. She wasn’t proud of how she’d achieved them, a part of her would always hate herself for that, but she would never hide them. They were her punishment, her reminder, andhers.
She prepared herself for Asher’s shock, but his eyes never left hers as he reclaimed her mouth. His demanding kiss left no doubt of what he wanted from her, neither did his erection as he walked her back a few feet. The warm engine ticked, and the hood was warm as he sat her on the front of the car.
Desperate to feel more of him, Brie tugged his shirt up and rested her palms against the deep valleys and ridges making up the corded muscle of his abdomen. Her hand fell on the waistband of his jeans and the button there. She easily slipped it free.
Excitement pulsed through her as tingles of anticipation ran up and down her spine. Everything felt as if it was spiraling out of control; she could stop this, but though it was going far faster than anything she’d ever experienced before, she had no desire for it to end.
Normally she hated when things were out of her control; she had far too many unknowns thrown at her in her visions. Because of that, she tried to keep her life as orderly as possible.
On the days when she could, she kept a regimented schedule, her books were in alphabetical order, her toothbrush always faced the door, her socks were perfectly matched, and if there was ever a hole in one, they both went in the trash.
But there was no control here and no sanity. For the first time in her life, she relished the freedom of abandoning reason and giving herself over to the emotions he evoked in her.
She couldn’t stop or walk away from this, even if it was the most insane thing she’d ever done. But then, being with him like this, feeling him against her and his kiss, made her feel alive and happy. She hadn’t experienced much joy in her life, so she didn’t see a reason to deny herself of it now.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Asher was trying notto go too fast, but when her hand slid inside his jeans and encircled his dick, he forgot about savoring the moment as her touch ignited a firestorm inside him. He undid the clasp of her bra with trembling hands and tossed it aside as she stroked him.
Her lush breasts filled his hand, and he caressed the hardened buds of her nipples with his thumbs. Breaking the kiss, he bent to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned and arched into him as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her other hand continued to jerk him off.
Brie’s head fell back as he nipped her before his tongue soothed the small, delicious pain his teeth had created. When his hand slid down her belly to the button of her jeans, she lifted her hips to him as he undid the button and slipped his hand inside her underwear.
“Oh, yes,” Brie whispered when his fingers stroked her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Asher murmured and dropped his forehead to hers.
She was so wet, and her scent had intensified on the air as her hips moved demandingly against his teasing touch. That wetness and her warmth was like a siren calling him onward, and he didn’t care if he crashed against some rocks if it meant possessing her.
When he dipped a finger inside her and his mouth reclaimed her breast, Brie’s hips rocked against him as anticipation swirled and built to a crescendo within her. When she came, her loud cry rebounded through the trees.
Asher smiled as the muscles of her tight sheath gripped his finger. He was far from done with her; he was just getting started.
Pulling his hand away, he gripped the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down as he eased his shaft from her grasp. She’d cause him to come before he was ready if he wasn't careful. He pulled off her sneakers and tossed them aside before removing her jeans and underwear and rising over her again.
He froze as the moonlight streaming through the trees illuminated her slender body with all of its delicious curves. It also revealed the scars marking her flesh.
Many of them were faded and white like the ones on her face, but unlike her face, hundreds of them crisscrossed her ivory skin. It almost looked like they’d been road rash, and the ones on her cheek reminded him of that too.
But there was more than that; there were also faded, puckered pink ones that resembled burn marks. Unable to stop himself, he traced the pink scar running from her shoulder and across her left breast. He’d been too lost in her to notice it before.
Brie stiffened as Asher took in the scars covering her. She prepared herself for his revulsion; she’d seen it on the faces and in the eyes of men who’d gotten this far before. It hadn’t bothered her then, but it would devastate her if he looked disgusted.
