“That’s what I thought.”
I wanted his fingers on me, coaxing me to an orgasm, but I got his mouth. His tongue lapped up the remaining water on my sensitive skin and he twisted me around.
The friction of the rubber against my skin stung a little, but I liked it. No, I loved that shit. The perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. But the way his eyes softened whenever they met mine flooded my body with warmth. He still looked at me like I was a goddess, a deity made for him to worship.
It was hot as fuck.
Another piece of ice, another trail of lust left in its wake. By the time he’d drenched me with the last piece, I was teetering on the edge. I thrust upward, signaling that I needed more. I needed him to touch me, to lick me, to kiss me . . . something to ease the ache in my body.
A slow smile spread across his lips. “Say please.”
I whimpered when his knuckles grazed the inside of my thigh, then he slid a finger into my . . . “Oh shit,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Please what?” he taunted.
“Make me come.” My whispered plea must’ve done the trick because he crooked that talented finger upward, hitting me in that spot. An orgasm ripped through me with force, shattering me into tiny little pieces of bliss.
Then his tongue was there, replacing his fingers, driving me to another orgasm. Tears pricked my eyes as I shuddered beneath him, helpless to stop what was happening to my body. And even if I could, I wouldn’t want to stop feeling this way.
“Look at me.” He licked the corners of my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I whispered. “I just want you.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing slightly as he brushed his lips against mine.
With an urgency I had only felt with him, I tugged his shirt off and pushed his shorts down. He kicked them off and eased inside of me.
The slow way he fucked me felt deliberate, intentional. Like he was communicating something more meaningful. He’d always been a generous lover, but this was different. Every touch, every stroke had a purpose. There was something so perfect, so natural, between us. Effortless, like we were meant to be this way with each other.
It felt so damn good.
Hefelt good.
Wefelt good.
Time stood still as we made love, and the rest of the world faded away. And when we came, we came together.
We lay in silence for a moment, legs entwined, heartbeats in sync, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
“I want to keep you forever,” Asa murmured against my ear.
My heart swelled at his soft admission. But my brain . . . It battled for control over feelings that had spiraled out of control. What we had become to each other was beautiful, a soul-deep connection built on respect, intense physical attraction, and genuine friendship. It was almost transcendent, like we were existing on a different plane, at a different place and time. It was unspoken. We didn’t need words to explain it. And it was primal, instinctive in a way that only we understood.
It was also terrifying.
He brushed his lips over my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and finally, my mouth. “Tell me I can keep you.” He stared at me. His gaze seemed to reach beyond my walls to the parts of me that I kept hidden from the world to protect myself. “Tell me you’re mine.”
The urgency in his voice was palpable, sincere. And I tried. I really did try to tell him what he wanted to hear. Because I felt like I was his, I felt like he was mine. Yet, every time I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him how I truly felt, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
A flicker of disappointment crossed his face and I immediately felt him pull away. The sound of a faint cry filtered through the baby monitor.
Asa had managed to get Ezra on a schedule. Feedings, naps, play time . . . He’d even transitioned him from the master bedroom into the second bedroom.
Without another word, Asa stood up, tugged his shorts on, and walked out of the room.
I foundthem on the plush rug in the baby’s bedroom. Ezra was happily playing with the set of stacking blocks I’d bought him last week and Asa was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
I joined them, brushing Ezra’s head before I situated myself next to Asa. “I’m sorry.”
