“Better.” She palmed the back of his head and he pushed her onto her back. He lowered his body over hers, looking a lot like he had the first time she’d met him. Black jeans, black tee, necklace with a cross on the end dangling between them.
Each time she saw him, he stole her breath. She’d written the reaction off as being starstruck at first, but he was so much more than that to her. He always had been. He depressed the mattress more when he put another knee on the bed. He was wearing his cowboy boots, which meant he’d gone somewhere.
“Where were you?” she asked, her voice tight with lust.
He lowered his denim-clad legs to her bare ones and because he fit there so nicely, she wrapped one leg around his waist and pulled him close.
“Getting you breakfast.” He kissed her nose. “It’s on the counter.”
Well she’d be damned. Two men had brought her breakfast this morning.
“Donuts?” she guessed.
“No, ma’am.” His mouth edged in whiskers quirked.
Why was he so sexy? Le swoon.
“About half of Sun Up’s brunch menu,” he said. “Sure you don’t want to eat it while it’s hot?”
How sweet was he?
“Or…I could eat you while you’re hot.” He lowered his face again, swirling his tongue around her nipple. “You taste good, Sarge.”
Okay, sweet and crazy sexy. That was a better way to describe Asher.
“I want you,” she stated. She saw no reason to deny it.
He put a kiss on each of her nipples before trailing his tongue down her body and around her belly button.
“You have me.” He fisted her panties with both hands.
“I want you inside me,” she reiterated.
“Ah. You had a taste and you want more.”
“So cocky.”
“Nine inches, Sarge.” He winked, thick lashes closing over one sparkling whiskey-colored eye. His sin-filled smile was enough to make her come on demand.
He stripped her of her panties as he stood from the bed, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his button-fly jeans next. A pair of black boxer briefs hid an erection she reached for and palmed.
Asher grunted, his arrogance swapping out for so much want, she felt downright powerful. She let him go and wandered her fingers along his flexing abs and then to the tattooed lyrics over his hip: Finally you. Finally me.
How appropriate.
Boxers gone, he climbed over her, wasting no time grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
“You have those everywhere,” she observed.
“Always be prepared.”
“For me?” She felt her cheeks heat. And she tried to think of something to say to make her sound less like she was asking for a compliment.
“Especially for you.” He put his lips on hers and without warning, tilted his hips, sliding into her inch by precious inch.
She kept her mouth sealed with his, pulling air in through her nose. She loved the feel of him here with her, so present and perfect and exactly what she needed when she needed it. Propped on his elbows, he moved within her as she explored his chest with her hands, running her fingertips over the petals of the flowers on the tat on his chest, then along the leaves.
“Gimme your eyes,” he said. “We didn’t get to do that part last night.”
Look who hadn’t missed a thing that had occurred between them.
His request took her right out of the moment they were sharing. She wanted him desperately, but just as desperately, she feared connecting with him any way other than physically. Especially in broad daylight—she had no way of hiding from him now.
“Can’t. I have a massive headache.” An excuse, but also the truth.
“Working on fixing that for you,” he breathed, slipping in and out of her again.
“Oh, there. There.” She tilted her hips and he hit the spot again—the spot that promised to erase her headache, possibly make her forget she had a head.
He slowed his pace, not thrusting as deep this time. “Sarge.”
“Don’t hold my orgasm hostage,” she growled. Then she grabbed his nipples. “Or else.”
Asher’s eyebrows went up. “You’re going to give me a titty twister if I don’t comply? Low, Gloria. Even for you.”
She smiled, liking his teasing and the way he could have fun doing anything but especially during sex. She loosened her hold, unable to go through with her empty threat. “Just don’t force my hand. I need a release and you’re…”
“Great at it?” he finished.
“I was going to say convenient,” she lied. She tilted an eyebrow up at him in challenge. A challenge he didn’t accept. He wasn’t into arguing with her right now and he proved it by sinking into her again, deeper. Harder. Her mouth dropped open as sweet, sweet bliss poured through her bloodstream.
“Givin’ you what you need,” he said, repeating the motion that caused a pleasure-filled moan to sound in her throat. “But you have to give me what I need.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on…then she turned her eyes up to his, holding his gaze.
“There she is,” he murmured, something gentle lighting his eyes.