Chapter 2 #2
Asher steps closer. Close enough that I can smell expensive cologne beneath the faint scent of rain. My body reacts instantly as shivers rumble through it.
“I know women like you,” he says quietly.
That should cool the heat rushing through me. Instead, it only makes me angrier.
“You know nothing about me.”
“I know none of those men you chase could ever satisfy you.”
The audacity.
My breath catches, and my mouth hangs open as I stare at him in shock. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth, then lower.
He closes the distance between us. “None of them could make your body react the way I could.”
A shiver runs through me before I can stop it. The corner of his mouth tilts slightly as his hand gently grazes my face.
“You hate that,” he murmurs.
I do.
I hate that he can read me this easily. After all these years, all it takes is him standing too close, and suddenly I can’t think straight.
“You’re arrogant,” I whisper.
“And you’re trembling.”
Humiliation crashes through me instantly because he’s right again. My heart pounds so hard that I fear he can hear it.
“Asher—”
His mouth claims mine hard. I gasp, trembling under the caress of his hot lips. The shock lasts barely half a second before my body betrays me completely.
I kiss him back like I’ve wanted this forever. And God help me, it’s everything I ever thought it would be.
I’ve fantasized about kissing him this way from the first day I saw him. To think it’s finally happening seven years later makes me even hungrier for him.
His hand slides into my hair, tilting my head deeper as his mouth moves against mine with devastating confidence.
Heat explodes low in my stomach instantly. A low moan escapes my lips, causing Asher to groan softly at the sound.
And suddenly I’m against the edge of the conference table with his body pressed against mine.
Every inch of his hard body overpowers mine. His hand slides down my waist slowly, gripping my hip. I quiver slightly in his arms.
“You have any idea…” he mutters against my mouth as he pulls his lips away gently. “…how many times I’ve thought about this?”
I can barely think at all.
My hands clutch the front of his shirt desperately as he kisses down my jaw. I bite my lower lip, craning my neck for him. A hoarse sound leaves my throat.
“Asher…”
His name comes out breathless.
God, I hate how needy I sound. No one has ever made me feel this way. I always knew things would be different with Asher, but not this different.
He lifts his head immediately, eyes darkening at the sound. Then his hand slips beneath my dress.
I gasp sharply.
“So sensitive,” he drawls.
His fingers slide higher against my thigh slowly, watching every reaction on my face.
My brain tries functioning again, but I quickly ignore it. I know I should stop this. I should probably shove him away, but all I do is spread my legs apart for him.
The look he gives me after that nearly destroys whatever sanity I have left.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
Then his fingers finally slip past my panties and find my opening. Pleasure hits me so suddenly, my entire body jerks.
“Oh my God?—”
“As responsive as I thought,” he says in a low, deep voice.
Blood rushes to my face as he adds another digit to my dripping sex. His mouth crashes over mine again while his fingers move with terrifying precision between my thighs.
Everything happens too fast as my moan turns into heavy and short pants.
Lord! This isn’t normal.
I’ve kissed men before, but nothing has ever felt like this.
Asher watches me carefully as my body shakes beneath his touch. It’s like he’s studying me. The realization alone nearly pushes me over the edge, along with the dangerous curve his fingers make inside me.
“You’re holding back,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I shake my head weakly. “I’m not?—”
“Yes, you are.”
Then his thumb presses against my clit, and the pleasure detonates through me so violently that I let out a sharp cry. My entire quiver is as the wave crashes through me unexpectedly.
My knees nearly give out, but Asher catches me instantly.
What was that?
That’s never happened before, and I’ve definitely had sex before. Sure, they weren’t the mind-blowing experience I’ve read in books and heard from gossip, but I always thought they were a rather fair experience.
So this is what an orgasm feels like. And Asher just made me feel that with his hands.
“Oh,” he mutters, staring down at me.
My face burns even hotter as I try to look away from him. He brings my face back toward him as his eyes widen.
“Roxanne.” His voice drops lower. “Was that your first orgasm?”
Humiliation slams through me so hard that I finally come back to my senses. I shove his chest and try to wriggle away from him.
“No.”
His expression turns almost predatory. He clearly doesn’t believe me.
“Oh my God,” he says softly.
I nibble on my lower lip, praying that the floor will swallow me whole. My hands shake as I desperately smooth down my dress.
What the hell did I just do?
Asher reaches for me again, but I step back immediately.
“Don’t.”
Confusion flickers across his face, then, before something akin to frustration settles in.
I grab my purse before I can begin to analyze the rest of his facial expression and practically flee his office.