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He sat up, reaching for her panties—the only barrier left between them. She lifted her bottom from the bed, allowing him to pull them down. His mouth went back to her breast, his thumb finding its way in between her legs.
He worked like an old pro, and she didn’t want to think about how much practice it must’ve taken to become as good as he was. Without knowing what she liked, without knowing what worked for her, he was causing such immense pleasure to course through her body that she couldn’t contain herself. She shook with gratification, her muscles having a mind of their own, her mouth releasing sounds she had no control over.
Suddenly, the pleasure stopped as he released his mouth and stopped the circles his thumb had been making. “Tell me,” he repeated, his voice firm.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, her voice ripping from her throat as her body came back down from its high.
He nuzzled her neck, nipping and biting her skin as he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you like, Blythe. Tell me what you want. Use my name.”
A bolt of lightning shot through her at his words, her hips lifting and writhing underneath him. She twisted a fist into the back of his hair, pushing his head down between her legs. “I want you there,” she told him, feeling her confidence grow in his presence.
He licked her inner thigh. “Here?” he asked, his lips moving against her skin.
“Uh-uh,” she said.
He moved his mouth further north, deliberately avoiding the spot he knew she meant. His tongue grazed her skin once more. “Here?”
“Finn,” she begged, sure her heart couldn’t take much more. “Please.”
He groaned with passion, his eyes meeting hers in the moonlight. “Your wish is my command.”
Her body responded to his actions immediately, her throat growing tight as she twisted and pulsed, begging for more, calling his name loudly. All too quickly, her limbs went tight and she felt her body fall into a mindblowing orgasm, her head thrown back from pleasure. Seemingly pleased with himself, he sat up, sliding back to her mouth and kissing her firmly. He rolled over, leaning toward the drawer, but she stopped him.
“I don’t keep condoms. I’m allergic,” she explained, her voice soft. Having to admit that fact always caused her to worry.
“Shit,” he complained. “Shit.Okay. What do we do?”
“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Are you…I mean…”
“I’m clean,” he assured her. He raised a brow. “You?”
“Me, too.” She nodded, pulling him back to her. He was warm against her chilled skin, his body sliding on top of hers quickly. He rolled over, pulling her on top of him so she was straddling his waist. He gripped her neck, pulling her down to meet his lips as his hand went between her legs, guiding himself into her so slowly it was almost painful.
He let out a pleasure-filled half laugh against her cheek as he began to pulse inside of her, gripping her hips as she sat up. Their eyes locked together, him guiding her up and down, her screams of ecstasy rhythmic as their movements grew faster.
He stopped, sitting up though they remained locked together as he laid her flat on her back, taking hold of her breasts as his hips slammed against her.
Their skin stuck together from the heat of the room, their bodies in sync like they were made to be in this place forever. She felt her muscles growing tight again, and she knew he was waiting to send her over the edge.
He grasped her nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, twisting gently. “Come for me, Blythe,” he commanded, and she did, as if her body knew it was already his.
The second she began to shake, he leaned down so their chests were touching, squeezing his body against hers as a moan ripped from his throat, and they both fell into a state of euphoria together.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Aweek later, a knock sounded on the door as Blythe prepared to leave for work. She hurried toward it, searching around for where she’d left her phone.
She swung the door open without checking who was waiting for her and frowned.
Asher stood in front of her, his eyes glassy and bloodshot, his clothes dingy. He reeked of alcohol.
“Asher?” she asked, staring at the object in his hands: the bag he’d once ripped from her grasp.
“Blythe,” he said, his voice breaking before he’d even begun. He walked forward, reaching for her, but she jerked away. He stopped just inside the doorway. “It’s all there. Your cell phone, wallet, two thousand dollars in cash. Besides the necklace, I think that’s all I took, but if there’s something else, just let me know and I’ll find it or replace it.”
“Asher, I replaced this stuff months ago. The only thing that mattered was the necklace.” She took the package from him nonetheless.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t know it was you, Blythe. I swear to you I didn’t. I didn’t even look at the driver’s license or at the phone after I took it. I don’t even know why I did it. It was just a…I don’t know, a prank.”
