Shit, I might be in love.
The guilt I’d felt moments earlier was replaced with fear then. Because now I knew for sure that my heart was on the line, that I wouldn’t be okay if thisthingbetween us ended.
He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you,” I admitted, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
Asa deepened the kiss, rolling me onto my back.Thiswas what I needed. His mouth. His body on mine.Him. He was an expert at foreplay, a master of my body . . . the keeper of my heart. And I wanted him. In a way I’d never wanted anyone else. Not even Rick.
It scared the shit out of me. It also made me feel alive.
All too soon, he pulled away from me, searching my eyes. “Let me make love to you.”
I sucked in a deep breath. It was the first time he’d said that to me. It confirmed that our6514 Moment, as we called it, had indeed morphed into something more. Something different than intended.
He bumped his nose with mine, kissing me again. “Please.” He trailed more kisses over my jawline to my ear. “Please,” he murmured against my ear. “Rissa . . .”
He blazed a trail of kisses down my back, over my collarbone. Pulling my shirt open, he freed my breasts from my bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Damn.
My body was burning with need, screaming for a release by the time his mouth brushed the waistband of my yoga pants. Slowly, he peeled them off, licking my thighs. When he nudged my legs apart, I was helpless to stop him because I wanted his mouth on me. In every way.
The first touch of his tongue to my clit lit me up like fireworks on display. Every inch of my body was a live wire, reacting to him.Onlyfor him.
“Asa,” I breathed, as he brought me closer to the edge. His tongue and his teeth were driving me insane. “But Paityn?—”
His eyes flickered to mine. “—Won’t hear you if you be quiet.”
Oh God.
Asa dipped his tongue into my pussy, then dragged it back up to my clit. When he sucked it into his mouth and placed the tip of his thumb into my ass, I was done. Lost in the haze of lust. Scrambling to grab a pillow, I held it against my face to muffle what I knew would’ve been an iconic scream of pleasure. And I gave in to the orgasm, riding his face as pleasure swept through every inch of my body.
Collapsing on the mattress, I felt him over me, kissing his way back up my body, lingering on my breasts. He snatched the pillow from my face and kissed the shit out of me. I tugged his shirt over his head and pushed his pants off with my feet. Then, he thrust forward, inching inside of me—so slow, so smooth that tears pricked my eyes.
His eyes fluttered closed. “You feel so good.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I dreamed of this when I was a kid,” he whispered, nipping at my sensitive skin. “I imagined making love to you so many times.”
I moaned as he thrust forward again, filling me in a way that made it impossible to think, let alone react to his words.
“I wanted to brand you, to possess you, to make you mine.”
Shit.
Every thrust, every word was doing exactly that. He was staking his claim with his hands, his mouth, his dick.
“I need this.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “I need you.”
“I’m gonna come,” was all I managed to say.
He smirked. “It’s okay. Come.”
And again, I was lost, drowning in the Asa Sea. I came long and hard, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even let me catch my breath. He kept moving, kept winding me up like a little rag doll until I came again, biting his shoulder to avoid giving us away.
Then, he was with me, growling my name against my ear as he fell over the edge.
