Chapter 22
Sierra
I froze for a fraction of a second after Asher pulled me into his lap.
I was straddling him, and that was something we’d never done before.
I’d assumed he didn’t care for that position because it required giving up some of his control, and that had always been fine with me.
It definitely wasn’t something I’d ever done before, and I had no clue how to satisfy myself or a man this way.
“Asher?” I queried softly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Baby,” he drawled in a low, sexy voice. “Your gorgeous tits are in my face right now. I couldn’t be better.”
I let out a startled laugh and then a sensual moan when Asher captured one of my nipples in his mouth and slipped his fingers between my thighs.
I wanted him so badly that my body responded immediately.
He’d heard my whole story, and never once had Asher judged me for my mistakes.
He hadn’t chastised me for staying with Jordan for so long.
He’d comforted me in a way that no one ever had before.
Yeah, he’d been angry on my behalf, but he’d accepted my past and had made it clear that nothing was my fault.
That was something I’d needed to hear.
I still blamed myself for some of my decisions back then, but maybe it was time for me to let all of that go for good.
I couldn’t change my past.
I could hope to be better in the future.
I’d honestly thought I’d never want to be with a man again, but I hadn’t planned on someone like Asher.
Electricity sizzled through my body as Asher nipped and sucked at my nipples while sliding his fingers over my clit.
The myriad sensations were so seductive that I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, arching my back from the raw pleasure to his touch.
Asher knew how to arouse me to the point of insanity, but I didn’t mind being crazy with him.
“Asher!” I called out as my core flooded with heat.
I was so wet that every stroke of my clit was driving me higher.
He nipped at my nipple one more time, biting hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked in a low, carnal voice.
“Fuck me!” I pleaded.
“You want my cock?” he asked.
“You know I do,” I whimpered and squirmed on top of him.
“Then take it,” he demanded. “Put me exactly where you want me.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I told him in a rush.
There were so many things I’d never done because my husband had simply gotten himself off with my body.
He’d never cared about me, my pleasure, or any pain that he caused.
Everything was new with Asher, and every new experience was incredible with him.
“Do you want to?” he asked in a husky tone.
Asher never pushed me hard to do things I’d never done before.
Instead, he encouraged me to try new sexual adventures.
I’d loved every one of them.
I wasn’t afraid of trying something new because I knew Asher would be patient with me.
I reached down and grasped his hard cock.
My core clenched with longing because I wanted him inside me so badly.
He moved his fingers, and I lifted my hips and put him where I needed him.
I sank down slowly, and he filled me until I let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Everything about being intimate with Asher felt right.
Sensual…
Passionate…
Carnal…
And I knew it was always going to end in the most satisfying way imaginable.
I was addicted to him, this demanding but adoring lover who made me lose my mind every time he touched me.
I rose and fell, savoring the feeling of him filling me over and over again while he tormented my breasts.
“Asher,” I murmured.
He gripped my hips and ground them down every time he entered me again.
He pulled me deeper.
Harder.
Within moments, I was gyrating against him, reaching for the orgasm that I knew was inevitable.
I grabbed the headboard behind his head, hanging on for balance and to get him deeper.
I whimpered as he sucked my nipple hard and guided my hips to give us both what we needed.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “I need you to come for me, Sierra.”
He was on the edge, and I knew it.
He reached between my thighs and strummed my clit.
The orgasm that had been slowly unfurling started to rush forward with a force that was almost frightening.
“Asher!” I called out. “Yes!”
My core spasmed and my body trembled with the force of my climax.
So many sensations…
So much raw pleasure…
My body couldn’t take anymore.
“I love feeling you come around my cock,” Asher rasped. “You’re never going to feel anything but pleasure with me, baby.”
He gripped my hips hard and pulled me down until he was buried to his balls.
“Yes!” I gasped, panting from the aftermath of my climax.
His fingers digging into my hips, Asher found his own release with a long groan.
He wrapped his arms around me protectively, stroking my back as my heart slowed and I caught my breath.
God, I loved the way he held me when I felt vulnerable.
The man was fiercely protective, but I savored those tendencies from him.
It wasn’t scary, and I didn’t feel trapped by his dominance.
I relished it.
I knew Asher Remington would die before he harmed a hair on my head, and I’d never felt as safe as I did when I was in his arms.
“Good?” Asher rumbled after we’d recovered our breath.
I smiled and kissed the top of his head.
He always checked to see how I felt about any new sexual experience.
“Orgasmic,” I assured him.
He rolled me onto my back so fast that I let out a surprised squeal.
“That’s the only way it should be,” he said hoarsely.
His mouth came down on mine, and I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck.
I sighed into his mouth, savoring the embrace.
The chemistry between the two of us was always hovering in the air, but the embrace was sweet, thorough, affectionate, and playful.
He nipped at my lower lip in a teasing way that made my heart skip a beat.
I adored the playful Asher because it was so different from his usual demeanor.
It was a side of him that probably no one saw except me.
He ran his tongue over my lip soothingly and then captured my mouth again.
I threaded my hands into his hair and kissed him back.
God, I loved this man so much!
Loved?
My heart skittered.
I couldn’t love Asher Remington.
Falling in love with him would be incredibly risky.
We’d never talked about a future.
Still, there it was…
Those emotions weren’t going to go away because loving him was a little irrational.
I was, in fact, madly in love with Asher, and I knew that no amount of rationalization was going to change the way that I felt.
What had started out as an intense physical attraction had grown into something much more for me.
I should have known it was going to happen.
There wasn’t another man on the planet like Asher Remington.
How could I live with him, sleep in his bed every night, and not end up crazy in love with the man?
You’re flirting with heartache, Sierra.
God, I knew that, but I couldn’t bring myself to wish that I didn’t love him.
Asher was a man worth loving, so I couldn’t regret my emotions.
I didn’t know what the future held, but I needed to let go of the fear of being vulnerable.
If I didn’t let go of that fear, that would mean I’d never be willing to take a risk on something that could be wonderful.
Yeah, it was natural to be wary, but Asher wasn’t just a man worth loving. He was a man worth trusting.
I’d trusted him completely when I’d told him the truth about my past.
Asher released my mouth and kissed the side of my neck before he asked, “What are you thinking about?”
I snorted. I trusted him, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that I loved him. I didn’t think he was ready for that. “That should be obvious. I was thinking about you. You’re showing me a sexual part of myself that I never knew existed. I think I’m starting to like this wanton female.”
“That woman has always existed,” Asher informed me as he rolled onto his back and pulled me into his arms. “I think you’ve always been a passionate woman, Sierra. You were just afraid to express that side of yourself. You were never in a situation where it felt safe.”
I’d also never been with a partner who gave a damn about my pleasure.
“I think you’re right,” I said as I burrowed into his warmth and let out a loud yawn.
I glanced at the clock and suddenly realized that it was almost four o’clock in the morning.
“Sleep,” Asher insisted as he tightened his arm around me. “I’ll chase the nightmares away.”
I closed my eyes because I couldn’t keep them open.
That was a bold claim on his part, but he did exactly what he promised.