She chuckled.
“No laughing.” He slammed into her again. She hadn’t been exaggerating earlier when she’d mentioned Asher’s length to the girls. He was hung and thick and as physically perfect as one man could get.
“Why do you feel so good?” He lowered his chest to hers and stroked into her again, his lips brushing hers when he said, “You’re downright creamy.”
God. So sexy.
“Finish us off,” she panted, unable to take the build, the emotions, the everything. “We need to get back out there.” He thrust again and she blew out a tortured yet pleased breath. “Before people start talking.”
“Let ’em talk, Sarge.” He grinned and she was one hundred percent sure that Asher liked the idea of everyone assuming they were in here doing just this.
“I’m going to have to sneak out the front,” she half joked.
“No. You’re coming.” He thrust forward and stopped, buried deep and not moving another inch. “Not going.” He pulled out, one long, slow pull. “Never going.”
Her eyes sank closed as she savored another agonizingly perfect slide to the hilt.
“Say you’re staying, Sarge, and I’ll finish you off right.”
“That’s bribery,” she somehow managed after another mind-melting thrust.
“Damn straight.”
Another, and she felt her release crest.
“Sarge.”
“I’m staying,” she said, her voice lifting as her orgasm overtook her—unexpected and overwhelming. He spiked the pace, holding on to her hip as he rode her to his own orgasm.
She shuddered against him, a faint sheen of sweat beading her brow and her upper lip and her belly where it rubbed against the bumps of his abs.
“Hell, yes,” he panted against her lips, resting on his elbows and bumping his nose against hers, “you are.”
*
That was…
That was…
Wow.
Yep. That was the word she was looking for.
Sex with Asher was wow.
She thought she’d remembered but her memory had dulled. She zipped up her dress and pulled on her shoes. To her surprise, the entire time they’d been in here—and they hadn’t rushed—no one had come banging on the door.
“Why weren’t we interrupted?” she asked, flipping on the overhead lights to check her hair and makeup in the mirror.
“Shiff,” Ash answered, tugging his T-shirt over his head and running a hand through his mussed hair.
“Shiff?” She regarded Asher’s reflection.
He shrugged. “Shiff saw us come in here. Probably rerouted everyone. He’s good at that.”
She blinked. “Is that his job or something?”
“No, it’s not his job.” Asher closed in behind her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. “He knows about you, Sarge. He knows how I feel about you.”
“Oh.” That was…sweet. And scary. All at once.
“You don’t always have to assume the worst.” He kept his eyes on hers in the mirror.
“Safer that way,” she mumbled.
“Maybe.” He kissed her neck and let her go, closing the bathroom drawer where he’d fished out a condom earlier. “But I don’t like safe. And neither do you.”
Chapter 12
Gloria held her head high when she exited the house, Asher behind her. He palmed her back as they each ordered fresh drinks from the bar, then they walked down to the beach together.
She slipped away from him and made her way to Charlie and Sofie and Faith because that she could handle. Hanging on Asher in front of everyone…not so much. Bonus, she was pretty sure none of their friends had noticed they’d vanished for a while. She had no idea how long they were gone. Twenty minutes maybe? Thirty?
“Where have you been?” Charlie asked. Okay, someone had noticed.
“Eating,” Gloria answered quickly.
Charlie was on the other side of Sofie and Donovan, and Asher was currently regaling a tale from his last show to Donovan, Evan, Connor? and Faith. That put six people between Gloria and Asher, and six people created almost enough distance for her to resume natural brain function.
If she stood next to him, everyone would figure out they’d just absconded to the hallway bathroom to do the nasty. Except it wasn’t nasty. It was fantastic. And she’d agreed to stay tonight, which left a high probability they’d do it again.
Which made her feel out of control, wild. She liked and disliked that feeling at the same time. This whole Knight in Sexy Tattoos thing used to be fine, but now that she’d lost control, she felt…vulnerable.
“I need more wine,” Gloria said to her empty cup.
“Me too. Why don’t we stroll over to the cooler together?” Charlie smiled, looking very, very in the know. In a way, Gloria didn’t want to talk about it. But in another way, she really, really did.