Turns out, I lied.
“Baby, I like where this is going but I need you to know this is not why I brought you here.” His words are sincere but his tone and the incredible bulge in his pants lets me know he wants me to keep going.
“Just call me impulsive,” I say and I’m rewarded with a crooked smile that turns smoldering when I hook my thumbs under my panties and lower them until they hit the floor. When my bra comes off, I swear the room gets ten degrees hotter.
So, here I am, stark naked in the music room, standing in front of the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be sitting in front of a massive window overlooking the Mediterranean. In my wildest dreams I never would have envisioned this moment taking place.
But I’m here.
And I’m nervous.
Nervous because he is not saying anything. He is staring at me. His eyes let me know he likes what he sees but his lack of expression right now is making me want to shut down and run from the room.
I have one orgasmic musical experience and suddenly I think I’m a porn star. What is wrong with me? How could I think—
“You’re perfect.”
His words catch me so off guard, I have to think for a second if I heard them right.
“Come here.” Asher says and puts his hand out in front of him.
I take a step forward and grab his hand. He closes his legs and places his hand on my hip, guiding me over him, until I am straddling him.
Our hips join and I can feel his need for me rubbing against me. I look down at the source of his arousal and have to take a moment to gather my wits.
“Emma, look at me.” Asher wraps his hands in my hair, guiding my face up so we are staring at each other. His thumbs caress my cheeks. There is something about his touch that makes me feel protected.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say.
Asher offers a kind smile. “I can tell.”
I shrug away from him but he pulls my head back. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you’re nervous. It makes you real.”
I can almost laugh. “A real lunatic.” I look at him and relax as his hands rub up and down my spine. “I’ve known you for moments—yet I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else. Isn’t that crazy?”
Asher doesn’t match my expression. Instead, he looks on as serious as ever. “It’s insane.”
My eyes shoot up. Is he regretting this moment? Because if he is, I think I might just curl up and die.
“Don’t do that,” he says.
“Do what?”
“Search for a reason to leave. I’ve been doing the same thing for four days. Trying to find a reason why I should leave you alone. And I can’t. I feel so connected to you. And I know you feel it too. Hell, I barely touched you and you fell apart in my hands. There is a fire between us, Emma, and I know we’re going to get burned but I want to walk into it anyway. This is crazy and insane and, by God, it has me so fucking scared I don’t know if I should kiss you or walk away from you.”
“Kiss me,” I say, leaning into him, taking his lips back in mine. He seems hesitant at first but then his mouth opens up further, drinking me in as he did before.
We are a mess of emotions.
Two broken people trying to be put back together.
And one we become.
Asher’s hands lower under my bottom and grabs on tight as he stands and lifts us from the chair. My legs grip tighter to his waist and my arms cling on to his neck to keep from falling as we move through the room. He must know how to navigate the space in the dark because his mouth is still on mine and his movements are sure and aimed for a very specific destination.