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“Fuck, Remy,” he growled.
She glanced up, finding his head tipped back. Feeling powerful and sexy, she sucked on the tip knowing how much he liked that, and he dropped his head, looking at her. Her stomach clenched with the heat burning between them. Letting him watch her, she slowly licked from the base to the tip, lo
ving his slight tremble. He tangled his fingers tangled in her hair, and she knew what that meant too. He wanted more.
She took him deeper into her mouth, sucking her lips around him and stroking her hand in front of her mouth, until she heard his soft, low moan. She was already backing away, fully aware that that sexy, deep masculine sound indicated he wanted her. In seconds, his pants were back on, and she was in his arms, and he was carrying her up her steps. He put her down only for her to get her door unlocked and open, then he tugged her inside and slammed the door shut with his foot. He braced her face while he kissed her, until he began ripping at her clothes. Her shirt…gone. Her pants…gone. Those panties Peyton gave her…gone. He never stopped kissing her. Not when he unclothed her, or himself, or even when he sheathed himself in a condom.
He only broke away when he pressed her back against the door and hooked her leg onto his arm. “I need nothing like I need you.” He pressed himself against her and entered her in one swift stroke right to hilt, making her gasp and sending her on her tiptoes. “I want nothing like I want you.”
She moaned against the way he stretched her so perfectly. “You have me.”
He thrust forward hard, sliding his hands across her face. “Do I?”
“Yes.” She rocked her hips against his cock, needing more. “Asher, yes, don’t stop!”
Something primal and fierce came into his eyes then. He held her face, stared at her intently, and pumped his hips hard. This didn’t feel like lovemaking, this felt like possessive need, and she gripped him with the same desperation, feeling all those things too.
With every hard thrust sending pleasure skyrocketing through her body, she clung to him, not wanting to let go. In that honest truth, her pleasure rose until there was nothing but satisfaction flying through her. And with a final roar, he thrust forward, bucking and jerking against her, following her right over the edge.
Many minutes later, when she could move and breathe easily again, she lifted her head from his shoulder and opened her eyes, her loft hazy in front of her. She blinked, still in Asher’s arms, his sweaty body against hers. His chest heaving and falling against hers. She blinked again, then slowly the view came clear. “Asher,” she said, breathless.
“Mmm,” was his response as he slowly withdrew.
“We have a problem.” He looked up at that and she gestured behind him at her loft that had been totally ransacked.
He glanced over his shoulder, seeing what she saw. Someone had broken in.
Everything happened so fast. One second, she stood there naked against him, the next he had thrown a blanket at her. He threw on his jeans, his muscles flexing and bulging, especially the vein in his neck. “Do not move from that spot.” Then he grabbed his cell phone while slowly moving farther into the apartment. “Get Rhett and come to Remy’s,” he obviously said to Boone. “We’ve got trouble.”
Chapter 15
Fun and games ended in a millisecond as Asher searched the living room to ensure Remy was safe standing at the doorway. He already knew Remy was a distraction. He just didn’t know how much of a distraction she really was, and apparently, when her sweet body was against him, he didn’t see shit. Boone and Rhett had descended on Remy’s loft once Asher sidled back up to Remy, who now had the blanket wrapped around her tightly. Boone and Rhett had cleared the rest of the property from top to bottom, ensuring every hiding spot possible had been searched.
Only when they returned did Asher gather Remy’s clothes so she could get dressed again. “Here, the entourage will be arriving soon,” he told her gently. “Better get some clothes on.”
She gave him a quick nod, and with white knuckles and an ashen face, she scooped up Salem off the windowsill. She hugged the cat and fled to the bathroom without a look at either Boone or Rhett.
Asher had a bad taste in his mouth as he stared at the closed door. He’d been aware of Violi, had kept a very close eye on him, but now this needed to stop. Remy needed to feel safe, and Asher was going to get it for her.
Asher moved back to the front door and grabbed his T-shirt from the ground.
“Let me get this straight,” Rhett said, hands shoved in his pockets, leaning against Remy’s couch. “You were too busy screwing to notice her place had been broken into and ransacked?”
Asher pulled the T-shirt over his head. “I meant to leave out that part when I told you what happened.”
“Classic.” Rhett burst out laughing.
Boone chuckled along and then examined the windows in the living room, careful not to touch anything. “I checked the security videos.” Which either Asher or Boone could do from their cell phones. Technology was a godsend most days. “The video caught someone going through the back door, then coming back out, wearing all black. Can’t see his face.”
“This has gotta be Violi,” Asher said, voicing his earlier thoughts.
Rhett moved to the window next to him and glanced out. “I see why your mind would go there, but what would Violi want in Remy’s loft?”
“That’s what we need to find out.” A sudden knock on the door had Asher biting back the curse words sitting on his tongue. He turned and opened the door, finding that the crime scene investigators had arrived. “Miss nothing,” he told them. “Extra attention to detail here.”
“Sure,” Tony, one of the tech guys said, entering Remy’s apartment.
Asher’s vision tunneled on her living room, and his jaw muscles flexed with the adrenaline pulsing through him. Asher wanted to clean up her place and get it back to normal for her, but the scene needed processing. He shut the door behind the crime techs and his gaze returned to the bathroom door. She should have been out by now. He knocked on the door. “Remy?”
