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CHAPTER EIGHT
Melody
That kiss had been amazing.
Not like the kiss Asher and I had shared when we were twelve.Nothinglike the kiss we’d shared when we were only kids. I’d been so stunned at first this time, I’d barely responded.
I was embarrassed when I moaned into his mouth and felt him smile as he kissed me. But that didn’t stop him. His kiss was tender. Affectionate. So arousing.
Confusing as hell.
Especially when he’d explained further.
Could I have sex with Asher and feign indifference afterwards? As if…as if it never happened? I’d always had a secret crush on him, but I knew he didn’t feel the same way about me. I’d never, in a million years, ever,everimagined that Asher wouldwantto have sex with me. He never had any problems getting dates, and women usually fell all over him, chomping at the bit to go to bed with him. I’d heard several women in the club bragging about him. I hated that, too. Always wishing that I were the one he’d gone home with. And here he was, offering himself to me. To use. To be my first. I’d always wanted him to be my first. Hell, I’d wanted him to be my forever, but I knew that wasn’t ever going to happen. So, if I didn’t take a chance, seize this moment now, I might regret it for the rest of my life—never knowing what it would have been like. But something deep down in my gut told me I shouldn’t. Because it would be only once. Could I live with that? Oh God, I wanted him so bad.
“Okay,” I said.
He grinned and stood up, stretching his hand out to me.
“Come with me.”
I took his hand, and he led me into his bedroom. I swallowed hard when I saw the bed. It was neatly made with the top sheet and covers turned down on one side as if it was expecting us. I’m sure it probably was.
We walked to the side of the bed, and he drew me close and kissed me again. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I just melted in his arms.
Then something horrible occurred to me.
Asher, wait.” I shoved him back a little. “You want to do this right now?”
“Yeah, why? What’s wrong?”
“This is…completely unexpected. I’m…I’m not prepared.”
“What do you need to do to be prepared?” he asked as he kissed and nibbled my neck. I thought about what I’d want to do if I had the time to get ready. I’d shower, shave my legs and armpits. Yeah, I’d definitely shave. “Can I take a shower first?”
He grinned that sexy lopsided smile of his that I’d always wanted to smother my mouth over. “Sure. Can I join you? I mean, if you want me to.”
“Um…” Did I? He’d never seen me naked before, and I’d never seen him completely naked. If we were going to have sex, we’d need to be naked, right? And he would see me and I would, oh gosh, see him—something I’d only fantasized about until now. “Okay,” I squeaked out the word.
He took me into his bathroom and I stood still, unsure of what to do, or how to act. He turned the faucet on then turned to me. “I’m going to undress you now.”
“Okay.”
His fingers slipped under the hem of my sweater and slowly lifted it up and over my head. I stood there in my bra and jeans. He’d seen me in a bathing suit before, but somehow, this was far more revealing, even though less of me was exposed now than it would have been if I were standing there in my bikini. My arms shot up to my breasts and covered my plain white bra. I suddenly wished I’d worn one of my lacy, demi-bras. I had a pink one, a pale blue one—my favorite—even a black one. But no, this morning I’d chosen to wear the most boring underwear I owned. I’d had no idea I’d be showing it to anyone, let alone Asher.
He glanced down at my feet. I still had my Converse on and I quickly kicked them off.
This moment, this act, was so different than our normal friendship. I let Asher take complete control and submitted to everything he suggested. After all, he was the one with all the experience. He left my bra fastened and undid the button on my jeans then pulled the zipper down before shoving them to my ankles.
“Hold on to me and lift your foot,” he said.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and raised my left foot, slipping it out of the pant leg. Then I picked up my other foot, and he freed me of my jeans. Then he did something completely unexpected. He gently pressed his lips against the inside of my right ankle and slowly trailed little kisses up my leg and inner thigh all the way to the bottom of my ugly, plain white underpants. The sensation had my heart beating so fast I thought it would leap out of my chest, and I held my breath, thinking maybe that would stop the pounding, but it didn’t. Then he stood up and brushed his lips over my mouth, his knuckles gently skimming down my cheek.
“Relax,” he said in a soft, assuring tone, but I felt my body shiver with anticipation. Or was that fear? I wasn’t sure. But having him undress me this way was a fantasy I’d played over and over in my head so many times I’d lost count. To be experiencing it for real was beyond my wildest imagination. Truly more spectacular than my mind had ever conjured.
He reached behind me while he kissed me and unfastened the hooks on my bra, but the pressure of our chests against each other kept it in place until he stopped kissing me and took a step backwards, pulling each strap down my arms as he retreated. His gorgeous green eyes traveled to my breasts. I pressed my lids closed, not wanting to see his expression.
“Open your eyes, Mel,” he demanded. When I did, I realized that he was smiling; he licked his lips as he looked at my breasts. Then his eyes went to my ugly panties as his fingers slipped into the elastic and tugged them down to the floor. I stepped out of them the same way I’d stepped out of my pants, one foot at a time, fully aware that I now stood in front of him completely naked. His eyes met mine then traveled down to my breasts, then lower, to the light brown patch of hair between my legs. “You’re perfect, Melody. Beautiful. I’ve always thought so, you know.” I didn’t know if he was waiting for me to respond or not, but I couldn’t. Just the mere thought of Asher thinking about me that way sent shivers down my spine and tingles to my stomach.
