Chapter Eighteen
Sexy times in public can’t be all than enticing, can it? Damn it, everything with Asher is a turn on. -Lyla
Lyla
“I’m glad we decided to do this,” I say in a soft voice and turn over on my back.
The sounds of waves crashing on the shore lulls me into peace, and I close my eyes behind my sunglasses.
Asher tickles my side and I giggle. “I’m glad too, honey. Really glad.”
It’s one of those rare days when Asher and I both off. I suggested the ride over to Tybee Island because something still seemed off between Asher and me. I mean, the sex between us was still crazy good…like orgasming four times last night good, but there were awkward silences where there had never been before. I knew it had to do with thoughts of the future that seemed to be literally hanging above us in a dark cloud. It’s been three months since we started whatever this is between us, and the time is flying by. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. All I want is more of Asher.
I feel his hand touch mine and I melt a little inside. “It’s so beautiful out here today, isn’t it?” I ask.
“Sure is,” he says in a gruff voice, and I slide up my sunglasses and turn to look at him. He’s looking right at me. “There’s a lot of beautiful scenery here today.” His husky voice stirs a response in me, and I quickly rub my legs together to quell the ache between them.
“Asher, you’re being bad. Stop looking at me like that.” Because even without his green eyes communicating how much he wants me, I’m already a puddle of goo. The man looks amazing in nothing but board shorts. That muscled chest, the light smattering of hair across it…fine doesn’t begin to cover it. Hot doc is the right name for him. He certainly is.
He touches my side again. “Well, you’re the one who had to go and wear that bikini, baby girl.”
I can’t stop my blush. I haven’t worn a bikini in a few years, not since I gained more weight around my midsection. I’ve never been skinny, never will be skinny, but over the last two or three years, slow metabolism has definitely caught up with me. I’m not one to curse my curves but embracing them has been hard too. It’s hard to be confident in my small, round body sometimes, especially when watching Asher date model after model before me. I wonder sometimes what he thinks of me and if he compares me.
“You like this thing? I was really self-conscious putting it on.” The truth flies out of my mouth, and I stiffen. I probably should have played it cool, not asked for reassurance.
He prompts himself up on one elbow and traces the skin across my stomach with his finger. “I love that thing. And I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, not to mention the sexiest. If you want proof, you can see it in my shorts right about now.”
I can’t stop my gaze from sliding down. Holy cow. He’s right. The crotch in his shorts is tight and the bulge beneath the material is prominent.
“Crap, I was already turned on and then you had to go and say that.” Way to play it cool, Lyla. Way to play it cool.
He leans over and kisses my shoulder and then my neck. I shudder and glance around. We chose to go to the north part of the island, near the lighthouse. The area is mostly deserted since it’s the midday during the middle of the work week.
“We probably shouldn’t,” I protest weakly.
He gives me a wicked smile. “Oh, we definitely should. We definitely, definitely should.”
I take a gasping breath in as his mouth moves lower and his hand frees one of my nipples from my bikini top.
When his mouth closes over my nipple, I can’t do anything but moan. Damn, that feels good.
I rub my legs together again, needing friction between them again. I want him there. His mouth tugs on my nipple and I feel the answering ache between my legs. I close my eyes and give into the sensation, letting my hips rise.
I feel his hand on my stomach and then sliding lower, lower, and lower still until he reaches the band of my bikini bottoms.
I buck my hips again, urging him on. His mouth continues to do wondrous things to one breast and then another as his hand slowly slides along my wet slit. Fuck yes. I lose all thought of time and place as he strokes me to orgasm. His fingers dip in and out of me and his thumb nudges my clit at the same time as I reach the point of oblivion.
My hips bow up one last time as I come long and hard, feeling the wetness release out of me and slide down my legs. My whole body shakes as I try to come down from the euphoric feeling.
Asher gives my breast one last lingering kiss and then looks down at me with adoration. “How was that, sweet girl?”
“Mmm,” I smile, still reveling in bliss, “that was perfect, but I’m ready for more.” I pull him down to my mouth for another kiss and this time he groans.
“We need to go home if you want to do any more than that. I’m having trouble controlling myself as it is.” He looks downward and I glance down at his board shorts again. His cock is straining hard against the material.
I give him a wicked smile. “Race you back to the car.”