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I've wasted energy trying to cheat and I feel the fall coming.
In a bewildering move Asher grabs me and rolls until I lay flat on top of him. "Guess we tied," he says.
Then he grips the back of my head in one big hand and pulls me down until our lips are centimeters apart.
He just waits, looking into my eyes like he's starving, for me to make the call.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Asher
I've wanted to kiss Clover Weston since I saw her limp up to the gym door with that tiny goat on a leash. I've wanted to wrap her up in my arms, prop her leg up, and beg her to let me take care of her, but I knew exactly how that would go.
If I've learned one thing about Clover Weston, it's that she likes to be in charge,
So when I have her in my arms, her body pressed along mine like it's exactly where she belongs, I wait for her to decide if she's going to kiss me. My arms are shaking with restraint worse than they just did in that plank hold, but I'd lay here like this waiting for her all year if that's what it takes.
Clover Weston is worth waiting for.
"This is a bad idea," she says, her breath sweet and warm against my lips.
"How about if I promise we can still be enemies after?" I don't mean it. She hasn't been my enemy since I saw her with Harper asleep in her arms and realized Clover Weston is a big, old softy in the body of a driven porcupine.
Lucky for her, I'm not afraid of a few quills.
It is a bit concerning that she only seems to flash her quills at me, but I've got a plan to get around that. No one can resist my charm for long.
Clover studies my face for a moment, looking for the lie.
"I dare you," I say in a low husky voice.
She doesn't just kiss me with her mouth, she wraps herself around me, lips, arms, legs, and body, like maybe she's been as tempted to do this as I've been.
She pulls away, and I try to pull her back, but she sits up, straddling my lap and reaches for the hem of her tank top. I've seen Clover in a sports bra before, but this is different. My mouth goes dry and I still like a predator who's just seen his prey.
With one swift move, Clover tosses off her top and smiles as she toys with the thin strap of her sports bra. It's one of those fancy ones with like fifty straps. Her body glistens with a faint shimmer of sweat, the sports bra pushing her tits up.
I want more. I hold my breath, praying she's going to take it off.
Instead, she drops back onto me and kisses me again. She's still straddling me, and her hot core is right over my hardness and she's tilting her hips in such a way that it might take just a few more rocks of her hips to get me off.
I grip her hips hard and nip her lip, suddenly feeling like I've lost control. I don't want to come in my pants on a gym floor with Clover. The first time I come with this woman, I want to be inside her, on a bed covered with rose petals.
My body, however, isn't on the same page and Clover bucks against my grip and grins like she knows exactly what she's doing to me. Like this is just another competition.
I'm wild with need and kissing her isn't going to sate me. I want to lick every inch of her beautiful body. "I want to feel you come on my tongue, baby." I need to make this last, because warning bells are going off in my head. I don't want to be another competition to Clover. I want her to want me as much as I want her.
"No foreplay necessary." Her eyes are heated, her expression hungry as she palms me through my shorts.
I want nothing more than to be inside her, but the few times I've had sex just to scratch an itch, I've regretted it the next morning. Without love or at least caring, sex feels empty to me.
I don't want to ever regret anything about Clover.
So I do the very last thing in the world I want to do. I grip her shoulders and gently push her off me. "I don't want to do this while we're still enemies."
She huffs with exasperation. "We're enemies who enjoy ripping each other's clothes off." She smiles and leans toward me. "I don't need anymore than that. Do you?"
I close my eyes because I can't look at her and deny her what she so obviously wants. "This isn't going to work for me, unless—"
