Chapter Twelve
I’ve tried so hard to be a good girl. Maybe it’s time to try being bad for once. -Lyla
Lyla
Our lips meet in a cataclysm of passion. It’s like every moment has built up to this. He captures my lips like he owns them, and I let him take ownership of this kiss. I sense he needs it. I revel in the taste of his tongue touching mine and the sparks that fly down my spine at the contact. I love this man. I’ve always loved this man.
He pulls back and then kisses my neck. I shudder, feeling the touch of his lips all the way to the wetness between my legs. I tingle there. It’s like every time his lips meet my skin there’s a direct signal to my pussy. I press my legs together, trying to control the urge to come from his open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
“Please,” I moan, when he tugs at the neckline of my dress. I want his lips to close around my nipples, to suckle at me. I rub my legs again together and groan. I’m losing it.
I pull back, and Asher looks up at me with lust clouding his eyes, “What’s wrong, Lyla? Do you want me to stop?” His breathing is labored and he’s looking at me like I’m a sweet treat he wants to lick all over.
I want that too. God, I want that too.
“There’s nothing wrong, Asher.” I send him a soft smile and reach out to run a hand through his thick hair. I love the way the strands feel between my fingers. He groans at my touch and leans closer.
“I want you. I want you so bad it hurts, Asher.” His eyes widen at my whispered words.
“I want you so much that I don’t want to stay in this car anymore.” I take a deep breath. Truth time. “I want you so damn much that I want you to be my first.” I give him a sarcastic smile, “and I would rather my first time not be in the front seat of your car.”
He reaches over and caresses my cheek, and then smiles. “I want to be your first too, sweet girl. And no, that probably shouldn’t happen here. But…”
I wince. I know what his next words will be. I know this man. I know his conscience and his morals. I lay my hand over his. “But you can’t promise me forever. I know that and I’m okay with that, Asher. I don’t need forever. Right now, I need this memory with you. Even if that’s all we have. Even is sex is all we ever have.”
He blinks and gives me a hard stare. “That will never be all we have, Lyla. You’re my friend, the woman I most admire in this world, and you will always matter to me. Always. If I could promise forever to someone, it would be to you.”
I smile ruefully. “I know that. And I can’t make you believe in love like I do. We may always want different things. But right now, I need you. I want you to be my first lover. I want you to teach me what to do, what my body wants and needs, what your body wants and needs.”
He kisses my lips lightly. “I can do that for you. I would be honored to be your first lover.”
I giggle. “That sounds so serious.” I tilt my head. “How ‘bout we lighten things up? Would you please go inside my house and fuck me silly, Dr. Asher Cannon?”
A broad smile crosses his face. “Fuck yes, I will, Lyla Kennedy.”