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His intentions for the time being, at least.
Shoving those intrusive thoughts right out of my head, I leaned into him, wrapping both arms around his broad shoulders as I chased his lips, hungry for more.
Suddenly, Asher pulled back, and before I could even question what was happening, he had bent at the waist, nestled one shoulder into my middle and hauled me up, slinging my body over his back in a fireman carry and pinning me in place with his free hand.
“What the—” I started, but my words were cut off as Asher began to jog up the stairs, the jolting of his steps ending any hope I had of speaking clearly.
“What are you—? You can’t just— This is totally un-nah-ness...oof! Unnecessary!”
“Do you know how fucking crazy you make me?” he rumbled, the roughness of his voice causing his whole body to vibrate as he spoke, letting me feel each word as he said them. “Sitting there in my family home, wearingmygoddamn clothes.” He punctuated the statement by sliding the hand he was using to hold me against him higher up my thigh, squeezing me through the sweatpants he had loaned me. “Fuckin’smellingyou, Ricki.”
My nipples tightened at his words, and I could feel my pussy clench at the idea that he could tell how much I wanted him from smell alone.
It was so fuckin’ hot.
As we reached the top of the steps, Asher’s pace didn’t slow, loping down the hallway and kicking open a door. Between the darkness of the room and my hair covering my face as I dangled like a sack of grain over Asher’s shoulder, I couldn’t see where we were, but if the lingering scent of Asher’s cologne was any indication, I assumed he’d taken me to his bedroom.
And I was glad as fuck to be there.
Tossing the bottles of water on the chair beside the bed and flicking on a lamp, Asher then used both hands to slide me back over his shoulder slowly, letting my sensitive nipples drag over his firm chest until my feet landed back on the floor.
“Knowing you were sitting there, talkin’ to my sister like it was a normal social call...” Asher cupped my jaw in both hands, his thumbs lightly rubbing back and forth over my swollen lower lip as he stared at my mouth. “And the whole time, your panties were fuckin’ soaked with come?” His tongue darted out, licking over his own lower lip before he let out a rough exhale. “Hottest fuckin’ shit I’ve ever experienced.”
I found myself mesmerized, unable to look away from his full mouth. Asher had trimmed his beard recently, and it looked thick and glossy in the lamplight. I’d never been with a man with a beard, but Asher’s fascinated me. I wanted to run my fingers through the short length, trace the delicate skin at the edges where it feathered over his suntanned cheeks. And I really, really wanted to know what it felt like when he was face first between my thighs.
“You’re mistaken,” I said, staring into his eyes, pupils blown so wide I couldn’t even tell what color they were anymore. Asher arched one eyebrow inquisitively, waiting for me to continue. Taking a small step back, I pulled the zipper of my hoodie—hishoodie—down slowly, letting Asher get an eyeful of my cleavage in the black leather corset I’d been wearing all day. Once the hoodie was off, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the borrowed sweats, letting a teasing smile creep across my face as I dragged the pants lower and lower, allowing my hip bones to peek out of the top. “I’m not even wearing panties.”
With a wordless snarl, Asher sprung, his hands banding around my waist as he hauled me up against him, pressing another firm kiss to my mouth.
“Oh, Betty,” he said, his breath coming out it harsh pants. “You’ve done it now.”
With that, Asher lifted me and then tossed me back onto the bed, where I landed with a gasp. He continued to stare at me, even as he quickly removed the flannel shirt and then reached behind his head and tugged off the tight white t-shirt he’d been wearing underneath.
All my thoughts ceased as I stared at him, his broad chest lightly dusted with dark hair, his rounded shoulders just a shade lighter than his arms, a true representation of a farmer’s tan. Once again, I found myself staring at those arms, my artist’s brain mentally designing all the incredible ink I could lay down on such a beautiful canvas.
Stepping close to the bed, Asher curled his fingers into the waistband of the sweats, his eyes never leaving mine as he teased the sensitive skin on my hips. Ducking his head, he pressed a series of light kisses across my belly, stopping only to flick his tongue over the jeweled piercing at my navel, causing me to suck in a gasp.
“I’ll come back to that later,” he said threateningly, and a low flutter tightened in my belly at the thought.
Standing straight, Asher looked down the length of my body hungrily. I could see the massive erection pressing against the faded grey cotton and my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him, needed to know what he felt like against my tongue, but Asher seemed to have a plan for this evening, and I was interested to see where we were headed.
“Last chance to back out, Betty,” he said, the low rumble of his voice causing my insides to throb. “But you should know that if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way.”
Chapter twenty-three
Asher
Iwatchedherfaceas she considered my words, her desire warring with her need to be the one in charge, but I wasn’t about to cave. Ricki pushed all my buttons, and I had been dreaming about getting my hands on her for over a month now; no way was I about to pass the opportunity up, just because she wanted to be stubborn.
Spread out before me, dressed in only that hot as fuck leather top and my high school sweats, I waited her out, knowing her curiosity would eventually outweigh her attitude.
“And what does that mean, exactly?” she finally asked, licking her lips, swollen from our kiss.
“It means,” I said, trailing my fingers along the delicate skin of her ankles—ghosting over the butterfly she had tattooed there—and up her calves, pushing the pant legs higher as I went. “That even though I know you like to call the shots tonight, you’re gonna be a good girl and just do what you’re told.”
I watched as her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling as her luscious tits heaved against the tight leather restraining them even as she narrowed her eyes at me.
“I’ve never really been the type to be a good girl, Asher,” she hissed, cheeks flushing beautifully as she spoke.
