Page 58 of Her Chosen Protector

“God, Asher.”

“Eden, you don’t mean this, Honey.”

She tugged at his chest hair to punish him for denying her. “I do.”

“Eden,” he protested.

“I need to get close. Just let me get closer to you.” She heard the need in her voice and winced.

“Please, Asher?”

As if he knew exactly how much it took for her to ask, he whipped the shirt over his head. It ended up somewhere, she didn’t care where. Then she was lifted and gently lowered down onto the carpet, her head resting onto the makeshift pillow.

“I need to be close to you too, Eden. You, Eden York. No other woman would ever do.”

How does he know the right words to say?

Asher looked her right in the eyes, then slowly, ever so slowly, unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. He placed a kiss on the upper swell of her breast. “So beautiful.”

He trailed kisses upwards, until soon their lips met again, and she was lost in a maelstrom of heat, hunger, and passion. She tried to spread her legs wide so she could wrap them around Asher, but the skirt was too tight, so she had to suffice herself with squeezing his thigh. She pushed up against him, trying to ease her ache.

“Eden—” he started.

“I need more,” she sobbed. After hearing his story. After seeing this man’s soul, she needed him.

It felt like the world was crashing in around them, and she wanted him! Was he going to make her beg?

“Shhhhh, I’m here.” He cupped her head tightly to his chest. She started to relax. It was like she could breathe. “It’s okay, Baby, I’ve got you. I won’t let you down.”

Is he talking to me or himself?

When he moved one hand and started undoing the buttons of her blouse, she stopped caring. Just this, the feel of his warm, calloused fingers touching her heated flesh. This is what she needed, to feel his touch and care as he caressed her nipples over the top of her lacy bra. She wiggled, trying to move her arms so she could take off her bra.

“I’ve got it handled,” he whispered. “Relax.”

How am I supposed to relax?

He pressed the joints in the backs of her shoulders, and she melted. Her arms turned to noodles, and he took the opportunity to divest her of her blouse. Soon he had the front clasp of her bra opened, and each breast was covered with his hot hands. Glorious.

“Do you like this?” She heard the confident tease in his voice. She liked it after the man had shared his nightmares with her.

“I love your touch, Asher. The only thing better would be the touch of your lips.”

He laughed out loud, and so did she.

He didn’t start with a kiss. No. Not Asher. His broad tongue licked her nipple and she nearly screamed. The silky, rough touch was earthshattering, and he did it again and again, and again. She couldn’t stand it a second longer.

“Suck me!”

He laughed again.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Shut up and do it.”

He blew on her wet nipples. She was in hell. She was in heaven. He licked.

“Asher, please. Baby, please.”