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“Dessert, huh?” I drawled, giving myself time to fight the sharp urge to reach out and drag him in by the front of that hoodie he was wearing and pull him into a kiss that would absolutely end with me stripping him down right in the middle of my goddamn kitchen.

“I figured it was a good excuse to give if your mom was still up,” he said as he stepped inside. “Who would turn down a freshly baked cookie straight from Hazel’s oven?”

Amused, I swung the door shut behind him, clicking the lock into place. “No one, I’d wager.”

“Exactly.”

What I wasn’t expecting, was Asher to move first. For him to step into my space and crowd around me the second he tossed the baggie onto the counter next to us.

I cupped his cheek and leaned in, expecting the kiss to be chaste—some brief moment of our lips meeting while we kept things quiet as my mama slept only a few doors down from the kitchen. But he gasped against my mouth, leaning into me heavy and so damn eager that I couldn’t help gliding my tongue against his the second I had the chance to.

I pushed him back against the door, our hips colliding to grind into each other. He smelled like soap and a faint whiff of laundry detergent. Clean and ready to be made a mess.

Through his sweats, I could feel his cock hard against my leg, a needy little moan tumbling out of his lips when my mouth slid from his down to his throat. I focused my teeth on the skin at his neck, wanting a fresh mark to bruise his throat. The other one was already starting to fade into a pale yellow I didn’t at all like.

He moved his hands up to press against my chest, pushing me back just enough to get a good look at him. He looked wrecked already, panting softly while those usual deep honey-brown eyes were blown a pitch black.

I had to get him up to my room before I got carried away.

If my poor mama walked in on this, she was going to end up in the grave next to my father’s.

Giving his ass one small squeeze, I untangled us from each other and got a good grip of his wrist to pull him out of the kitchen. He went quietly, following me up the stairs to the second floor where my room was.

It was hard not to pick him up and toss him onto my bed, even more so not to shut my door and then slam him back against it. But I managed to behave. Managed to get him inside and close and lock the door behind us before I was all over him again.

His delighted laugh eased me, the worry from earlier about him ditching seeming trivial now. Of course Asher would come. He never would’ve left me high and dry like that, even if he was having second thoughts. He was the kind of man to be upfront with his feelings—hell, had been this entire goddamn time even while drunk at a party.

Being too wound up in my own head, I’d forgotten all about that. Let my own fears paint over the person I knew him to be.

I really had to stop doing that.

My mouth found his again while I turned us around, backing us up toward the bed as I tasted and savored every little needy noise he released. The second the backs of his knees hit the bed, I folded us both down on top of it, my hand snaking under his hoodie to skim over his stomach.

He shivered. “Oh...”

His nipples were perked, hard little beads that I pinched between my fingers. He squirmed under me, his lower half grinding up into mine in the same way he had back down in the kitchen.

I pinned him with my hips, keeping him right where I wanted him while I used my other hand to grab the hem of his hoodie to push it up near his chin.

Asher bucked under me when I wrapped my lips around one of his nipples, teasing the tight bud with my tongue and teeth. His fingers threaded through my hair, tugging at the short lengths with each swipe of my tongue.

I fought back a groan.

He drove me wild. He really did.

“Come on,” he whimpered. “Let me touch you.”

This time, I’d give it to him. I’d find another time to savor him, take my time and really taste every single inch of him. My cock was throbbing with the need to be buried inside him anyway.

Popping my mouth off of his skin, I leaned back to sit on my feet. His lips were a little swollen, making it hard not to lean over and kiss him again. He had his legs already kicked apart for me, displaying his very obvious arousal that his sweats were doing him no favors hiding. A wet mark was left circling his nipple, shiny in the dim lighting of my room.

I tugged my shirt off and watched as he slid his tongue over his bottom lip before dragging it between his teeth as he eyed my solid frame. “Damn, you really can throw me around like a ragdoll.”

While I chuckled, I dipped two fingers under the hemline of his pants. “Is that what you’re into? Bein’ tossed around?”

He shrugged, lifting his hips up just enough to help me slide his pants off of him. “Don’t know. It’d be my first time.”

My hands stilled. “In... general?”