SOMETIME LATER, MY WET BACK slammed against the tapestried wall of the sunny pool house. The guest bedroom was stark white on cream, with a view of the ocean in front of us. I wanted to mess up the entire place with Asher by my side. He kissed me hard, and I kissed him back harder.
I clenched my hands around Asher’s drenched hair, tugging him closer as he throbbed against me. His lips left mine, and I opened my eyes to the ceiling as the warmth of his mouth went around my ear, sending a rush of heat down my spine. His lips found mine again as his fingers etched up my rib cage, stopping at my bikini top. He pulled his mouth off me, kissing the sand on my clavicle, kissing me until his mouth was over the thin fabric separating my breast from his lips. Asher tugged at my nipple through the cold, wet fabric, weakening my knees. I felt his hands untie the bikini behind my back, effortlessly sending it to the floor. Before I could catch my breath, his warm mouth found my breast, and he kissed me down my rib cage, to my hip bone, biting the inside of my thigh as I leaned back against the wall, gripping his hair with trembling hands. He looked up at me, pulling back slightly with his mouth near my bikini line.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
I admired my legs, which were shivering. All of me was. I wasn’t sure how long we had been out in the ocean, but it felt like we had kissed until our mouths were numb—and maybe we had kissed until my body was as well.
He slowly appeared at my face, with his hands on either side of my arms—cold wet skin against cold wet skin.
“Come here,” he said, against my chapped lips.
I exhaled as he clasped his fingers in mine and led my body to a stone fireplace in the corner of the bedroom. I watched him toggle with a smart pad on the wall. Suddenly, I blinked back a roaring fire, which seemed to melt the outside of my cold, wet skin—catching up with my insides. Asher pressed another button, and the thick, blackout shades closed, turning the harsh afternoon light into a midnight.
He ran his two strong hands against my arms, watching me thaw as the fire blazed in his amber eyes. It was the way he looked at me, from every angle, that warmed every blue inch of me. I set my palm on his thumping, wet torso, letting my nails run over the sun-kissed hair on his olive chest. I inched my hand down one side of the deep V line at the base of his stomach, and I kept going until my hand was under his swim trunks. I wrapped my fingers around his dick as he bit his lip, swallowing hard. I let my other hand tug against the elastic, and his eyes didn’t leave mine as he stepped out of his suit, with his throbbing dick hard inside my hand, and my naked chest pressed against him. His hand clenched around my waist, and his hot tongue filled up my open mouth.
We both crashed backward, bodies against a new wall: the warm fireplace tile. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off him, pinning both my wrists above my head, holding them against the wall as he kissed me hard. He kept my hands above my body as his tongue found the curve of my neck, inching down around my breast, until he took my breast full into his mouth, with my nipple between his teeth, my body writhing in place. His lips continued downward, finding the fabric of my bikini. The heat of his mouth against my insides sent my throat to the ceiling in a moan, my back arching against the wall, my arms itching to go free. His hand let my wrists go as he dipped his finger inside me. I felt wet and hot against his touch, my heart racing faster. All at once, his fingers left my insides and he used them to pull the bikini bottoms off my body, leaving me fully naked, wet, and panting against the firelight. He kissed the inside of my thigh, and then looked up at me with a grin.
He stood up, kissing my mouth, leaving me hungry for him to go back down on his knees and finish what he had started. Instead, he put his strong hands around my waist and tugged my body upward, into his arms, lifting me and spinning me onto the edge of the bed. Before I could come up for air, he parted my legs with his face, and set his hot tongue inside me. I clenched my nails into the silk sheets, fire inside my body. I arched my neck to dare and look at him. His eyes floated upward to harden onto mine, with his lips between my thighs. He placed his strong hands against my thighs, keeping my trembling body tight against the bed. I tugged my shoulder blades together as wild heat engulfed my insides, until I was exhaling his name breathlessly to the ceiling, with gold spots in my eyes.
I panted, holding my hand over my pounding chest, as if trying to keep it from leaving my body. He softly kissed my pelvic bone, his lips moving all the way up me, over my stomach, my clavicle, my throat—lighting tiny fires against my skin until his mouth landed tenderly on my lips. He pulled his neck back from mine, and his smile came into focus above me. He kissed me again, warm and salty, skin against skin, his dick hard against my leg.
“I’ll go get a condom,” he said softly into my ear.
I shifted myself up on the bed, watching as Asher’s perfect naked body walked away from me like a Men’s Health cover come to life. I took in the definition on his olive torso, his runner calves, the deep line from his pelvis to his dick, every inch of him bathed in firelight. A moment later, he came back into view from the bathroom, ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth and putting it on.
His mouth found mine again, his body sending the back of my head onto the soft duvet below me. He parted from my lips, staring down at me for a long, quiet moment. He wiped a curl away from my face, keeping his hand on my cheek. His eyes were soft and wide, as if he knew he was about to dive into a warm, safe place, but he couldn’t believe it all the same.
“Hi,” he said.
I opened my mouth to say it back, but his body was trembling against mine, so wondrous that I couldn’t make a sound. He widened his eyes and took me in. Tears were stuck in my throat, and I felt them sting my eyes.
“Hi,” I slowly cracked, as his thumb wiped away a tear falling down the corner of my eye.
I smiled, my chest bursting. I wondered if this moment—this moment right here—was what all the pain and all the heartache had been for. This was the exit off the harsh road—the turn that I had been waiting for: a life with Asher Reyes. He was the other side of trying. Being in his arms made me feel like I didn’t have to hope anymore. He was a boomerang, leaving me years ago like a sharp inhale, and coming back to me like an exhale. I could breathe now.
I ran my hands through his wet hair and brought his mouth onto mine, and slowly, I led him inside me.
“Fuck,” he said, burying his face into the heat of my neck as he moved over me, back and forth, hard, hot, perfect.
He brought his eyes back onto mine, kissing me tenderly, rolling us both over, so I was on top of him. I grinned. He always did like me on top.
“What?” he asked, coyly.
“Glad to see some things never change,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
I moved on top of him with ease as his hands tightened against my hips. He sat up suddenly, pressing his mouth against my ear.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
He spun me around, his heart racing against my spine. He hugged an arm around my breasts, pulling my spine closer to his chest as he pressed his finger hard against my clit and thrust himself inside me. I felt my breathing quicken.
“Okay, that’s new.”
I exhaled with eyes to the ceiling fan, until suddenly, I couldn’t see anything at all. I felt my body clench hot and wet around his dick, waves pulsing through me, and he tugged me closer to his chest as he came.
I leaned my head back against the curve of his neck. My damp skin against his skin felt like finding the lost piece of a puzzle. It was almost like the last eighteen years had been nothing but a bad dream.
Almost.
37
SEVENTEEN
“MY MOM IS GOING TO murder me,” I said with a huge grin.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Asher asked, raising his eyebrow.
My jaw dropped as I shook my head.