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His eyes soften, his hand sweeping higher. When his thumb brushes over my pebbled nipple, I let out a shiver. Yes, that feels incredible without any fabric between us. Fire burns a wide path straight between my legs.
“Not many people would agree with that statement, Pen.” His voice is dark. Rough.
I meet Asher’s eye, searching his face. “Why? Because of this?” My hand slides over the ridges and soft bumps of his scar. I shake my head, sighing. “Every part of you is beautiful.” Flicking my eyes up to his, I grin. “I hope I don’t regret saying that. You’re arrogant enough as it is.”
A corner of his lips tugs. “It’s an act.”
“Are you telling me your attitude is a defense mechanism?” I give him a teasing smile, but Asher doesn’t return it.
Instead, he dips his head and angles his mouth against mine, gently brushing his lips over my own. It’s barely a touch. Not quite a kiss. Embers burn through my veins as my whole body reacts to his touch, arching toward him, as if on a primal level, I know I need more.
“No one’s seen me shirtless in years,” he whispers. Before I can answer, Asher crushes his lips to mine. His kiss is ravenous. Hungry. Almost desperate. He lets his hands slide down, one wrapping around behind my ass and the other slipping down the front of my shorts.
We’re in a kitchen, with security staff all around outside the house and my private secretary upstairs. Anyone could see us. It’s highly inappropriate and completely out of character for me…but I can’t stop. It feels like I need this. I need Asher’s touch, his kiss, his cock. I need to feel his skin against mine and let him show me what I’ve been missing.
And, in a way, I think he needs me too. We’re two lonely souls, scarred and broken, and we’ve found each other in the long, endless night. What’s one more moment of bliss? Why wouldn’t we give in, just this once?
Asher’s hand slides over my mound to the wetness between my thighs. He groans when he feels my arousal, kissing me hard. “You’re wet for me, Pen.”
I moan, angling my hips toward him. If only he knew how aroused I’ve been all day, or how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of him. His fingers brush against my sensitive bud, sending a violent shiver through my body. Asher grins against my lips, a low chuckle escaping his throat. The sound winds the tension inside me tighter, as if every sound he makes, every touch, every kiss—it all just serves to make me want him more.
When he slides his hand through my slit and teases the edge of my opening, I let out another whimper. There are no words. My brain isn’t functioning. Heat curls in the pit of my stomach, causing every muscle to bunch and tighten. The wet fabric on my breasts clings to me, rubbing in the most deliciously sensitive way.
But it’s Asher’s body against mine that sends my body spiraling. His broad shoulders caging me against the kitchen counter. His strong leg nestled between mine. His long, hard cock pressed up against my hip.
When he slides a finger inside me, I gasp. His thumb finds my bud and the pressure inside me builds. He kisses my earlobe, my neck, the corner of my lip. He grunts when he feels me buck, and my hands fly to his shoulders, his body. I claw at him, pulling him closer.
He slides another finger inside me, stretching me as I gasp. My hips grind against him, and I don’t even have the energy to be embarrassed that I’m losing control. I rub myself against his hand as he urges me on with low moans and soft grunts.
Asher’s teeth scrape across my throat, and a shiver of pleasure tumbles through my veins. I clench around his fingers and before I know what’s happening, Asher’s on his knees in front of me and tearing my shorts off my legs. He hooks one leg over his shoulder and covers my wet slit with his mouth.
Stifling a scream, I bite my lip. His tongue laps me up from back to front, sucking and kissing and devouring me. My hands are tangled in his hair, black strands curled around every finger. My leg is hooked on his shoulder. I grind myself against him and—I come apart. Sucking in a breath, my whole body tenses. In this moment, with ecstasy coursing through my veins, I don’t have time to think about what this means or why he’s here. I can’t think about who I am. What I’m supposed to be doing.
I’m just a woman coming apart, loving the way Asher moans as he tastes my orgasm. He’s enjoying this too.
When my body relaxes, Asher stands. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps as his eyes hang low. “Penelope,” he rasps, staring at my lips, my shoulder, my breasts.
Cool air brushes against my most sensitive parts, but it does nothing to dim the fire burning inside me. I reach for his sweatpants, sliding my hand inside. A growl rumbles at the back of his throat when I feel his length. As I wrap my fingers around him, he stares at me and shakes his head.
“You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Penelope.” His lips tease mine as I grip him. His cock is like velvet-covered steel, and the feel of him in my hand makes me ache with painful emptiness. Fascinated, I watch as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and lets his pants drop to the ground right next to my shorts.
My breath catches. He’s…beautiful. Gloriously male. Power incarnate. I stare at him, taking it all in, as my heart thumps and my body temperature cranks up a few more degrees.
“I want to see your face when you come this time,” he says, his eyes promising sinful ecstasy. When he slides his hands over my hips, I lift my arms and let him take my top and robe off. Before they even hit the ground, his lips are on my breasts. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close. He slides his hands to my lower back and tugs me closer so I can feel him pressed up against my stomach.
Hard as a rock. For me.
Hot lava pours into my veins as he sweeps his tongue over my breast, tugging it gently with his teeth. I let out a sigh, knowing I need more. I need him. My arousal is making my head spin, and if I don’t feel him inside me, I think the ache in my body might kill me.
Lifting myself onto the edge of the stone countertop, I wrap my legs around his waist.
His eyes cut to mine, then drift down my naked body and come to rest between my legs. His lids hang low and the look of pure pleasure on his face makes fire lash through my body. With one hand gripping my waist, Asher grabs his shaft with the other and angles it against me.
We don’t speak. There’s nothing to say. We both want this—desperately. We both want to feel like we’ve found someone who understands.
And just for tonight, we’re not alone. I can pretend I’m just Penelope, and he’s just Asher. I can close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his skin beneath my palms, without worrying about what it means to feel him close.
Asher pushes into me, and the pressure is almost too much. I’m not used to feeling something so long and thick between my legs. I whimper, and he pauses.
