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“I haven’t. And I’m going to rectify that mistreatment.”
I laughed. I didn’t realize I had laughter in me right now, but there it was. I tightened my knee against his head as he licked every inch of me then found some specialized map to all the places that made me wild.
I was a shuddering mess and he was just calmly working his way around me with a tongue that should be bronzed.
“Let go,” he said against my thigh. He nipped me, then laved his tongue over the little hurt. “Don’t fight this.”
“I’m not.”
He looked up from between my legs. “You are.”
I twisted my fingers into his hair. This disheveled and purposeful version of Asher made me want him even more. “Maybe I want it to be us, not you giving all the time.”
He crawled back up to meet me, his mouth harder and surer this time. The Asher I dreamed about and wished for when I couldn’t push away the longing.
I scraped my foot down his jean-clad leg. “Off,” I said against his mouth. “Inside me. Make me come again. Just us.”
He groaned against my neck. “I was trying.”
“And succeeding. But I just want you. If you want to spend the rest of the evening going for gold medals and lightning rounds, I’m good with that. But right now, lose the damn jeans. I need you.”
The rasp of his zipper made me sigh in relief. I reached between us and fumbled with the boxer briefs keeping him from me.
“Hannah,” he said in a strangled voice.
I didn’t want to wait anymore. The hot length of him fit my hand perfectly. Then with his slow push into me, there was the fullness I could never seem to get enough of. I curled my legs around his hips and held him deep inside me. “There. God, yes there.”
“Jesus.” He raced kisses up my neck and found my mouth. He fisted my hair with one hand and braced himself over me with the other.
I didn’t even care that his jeans were chafing against my thighs. I raked my nails down his back and into the back of his jeans to grip his ass. The flex of his muscles pushed me closer to the bliss I was chasing. The one I only seemed to find with him.
I wrapped myself around him and embraced the storm we were together. Even as I let it take me under, I trusted that he’d have me. That breaking under him wouldn’t splinter me apart. That he’d put me back together when it passed.
He chanted my name against my mouth, my neck, even my shoulder as his teeth scraped over my flesh. I didn’t think he could get any deeper inside of me, but I was so wrong. That he lost control with me and trusted I’d catch him too was so humbling.
And as powerful as anything I’d ever known.
I cried out his name, and his intense eyes snapped to mine as he slowed. There was nothing but him and me. The rough, almost frenetic pace slipped into the dreamy in-between. Where I didn’t know where he ended and I began. The kisses slowed and the friction between our bodies started a slow burn.
I wasn’t even aware the end was coming. I wanted to bask in the closeness we’d been too afraid to ask the other for. But he knew my body too well.
God, he fit me as if he was the missing puzzle piece the universe had created just for me.
“Hannah,” he said against my neck.
I couldn’t control the sob. The almost unbearable twisting release that was pleasure and pain and the sort of drowning that stole breath and sense. When I surfaced again, it was his hazel eyes searching mine.
His wet eyes mirroring every emotion I’d dared to wish for.
I cupped his face. I didn’t have words for what we were yet, but I was so glad I wasn’t alone anymore.
Twenty-Three
“You wanted to see me?” Vincent appeared in my doorway, appearing more disheveled than I’d ever seen him.
I leaned back in my chair and closed out of the spreadsheet I’d had open detailing the rest of the year’s marketing plans. I had a feeling a lot of them would be changing at the very least, if not being cancelled altogether.
That bothered me less than I ever would’ve guessed.
