Page 107 of For Your Consideration

I slammed my lips down on hers, cutting off the ridiculous notion that I didn’t want this. That this wasn’t everything I’d been dreaming about since I saw her that first time in the diner, even if I couldn’t admit it. That every moment of having her in my life wasn’t a dream I’d never thought possible.

She reached up my chest, moving her hands to the back of my neck, and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. She tasted like fucking perfection, as sweet as I thought she was going to be. I didn’t break the kiss as I maneuvered her backward, pressing her against the nearest wall, getting a moan out of her.

After what felt like forever and not nearly enough time, I pulled back to give us both a moment to breathe. My chest was rising rapidly. I pressed my forehead against hers.

The world ceased to exist with her lips on mine.

“Of course I fucking want you, Sutton. Pretty sure I’d want you in any lifetime, in any way. You needing twenty-four hours to get things straight in your head isn’t changing anything between us.”

She smiled softly at me as she reached up and rested her palm against my cheek. “You know,” she said as I leaned my head in her hands, “I can understand why Sophie loves doing this so much.” I hummed as she brushed her thumb over my stubble a few times.

“Speaking of my sunshine…” Her eyes softened at the nickname. “Do we need to go get her?”

“Get her?”

“If you think you’re sleeping anywhere other than my bed tonight then you’ve lost your fucking mind.”

Her smile grew and she dropped her hand back to my shoulder again, looping her hands behind my head. “Iris is sleeping at my place. Said I wasn’t needed home tonight.” She raised her eyebrows at me in challenge. One I would gladly fucking take, if she was sure.

I pressed back against her, her back flat on the wall as I nuzzled her neck, her coconut scent intoxicating. “I’m not going to make any assumptions here, Sutton. You need to tell me what you want. We go at your pace.”

“Asher.” She sounded out of breath as I pulled away from her neck. “I’m nervous.”

I gave her a little more space, knowing that with my size against her she might feel crowded. “Just because you’re here and your lips were on mine doesn’t mean I have any expectations. We can make out while pretending to watch TV for all I care.”

She bit her lip but I didn’t let myself get distracted. “Not about that. I want to have sex with you but I haven’t been with anyone since I got pregnant. My body isn’t…what it used to be. I lost weight from stress but that wasn’t exactly healthy so…” She trailed off.

“Sutton.” I shook my head. “Your body brought the most beautiful human into the world. It’s done incredible things. I’m fucking obsessed with it. I think about your hips every single fucking day. I’ve gotten myself off in the shower to images of you more times than I can count. What you look like naked, how your perfect tits would feel in my hands.” I just shook my head.

“That gives a girl an ego boost.” She tried to laugh but her breathing was a little too heavy.

“Can I show you, prove to you that I’m obsessed?”

My whole body was rigid as I waited for an answer.

“Yes.” The whispered reply was all I needed.

I dropped to my knees, her back still against the wall because I wasn’t going to move a fucking inch without getting to taste her.

I unbuttoned her wet jeans and worked them down, leaving her there in pink lacy underwear. “You and your obsession with pink.” I was in awe at the sight of her in front of me. I heard her gulp, so I glanced up, making sure I wasn’t going too far.

“It’s a happy color.” Her eyes were filled with lust.

“Can I taste you?” As soon as she nodded my hands went to her underwear, removing them in one quick motion. I moved closer and inhaled.

“Asher,” she gasped as her hands moved to my shoulders.

“You smell like coconut and arousal, baby, nothing better.” Looking up at her, I smirked. “How wet are you?”

“Soaked.” She squirmed a little at her admission.

“That’s what I needed to hear.” I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, spreading her out. “God, your pussy is perfect.” I leaned in, licking the inside of her thighs as I made my way up. The first lick I took of her pussy had us both groaning. “You’re so wet.” Her taste was perfection, something else about her that I could get addicted to.

“Asher.”

“I know what you need, don’t worry.” I started licking more firmly, pressing down on her clit. I reached my hand up and tapped on her clit while my tongue was still on her. She whimpered as I shifted to push one finger in and out, sucking on her clit now. Feeling her everywhere was fucking addictive.

“That feels so good.” I felt her push herself out a little, trying to get me closer.