Chapter 7 #4
After about two weeks of me being at Asher’s house, I’d cleaned out his closet, put all of his laundry away, folded his T-shirts, and hung anything that needed to be hung.
I also organized all of his shoes. I loved his closet.
I turned on the light without even thinking and set his new shirts on his shelf when I noticed my metal framed mannequin in the corner.
I did a double take then saw a huge dressing table in the middle of the room with all my odds and ends on it, including a cool jewelry stand and a tall mirror with swirly legs that looked awesome.
Looking around, I noticed all my clothes and shoes were in his closet and there was a very cool chaise lounge chair in the corner with a small gift box sitting on top of it.
My hands started shaking as I looked around, realizing that this was my Christmas gift.
It was the most awesome gift that he could have ever given me.
“Do you like it?” I hear him whisper as his arms circle my waist, pulling me back against him.
I can’t talk. All I can do is nod my head. I am speechless. When I find my voice, I ask him, “When did you do this? How did you do this?”
“My guys got here a few minutes after we left yesterday. They put up the new shelves, brought in the dressing island and the chair. Your dad and grandma brought over all your stuff and set it up before heading to Ma’s for the party last night.”
“I love it,” I whisper. It was perfect. A dream closet. “Did you pick out the jewelry stand and mirror?” I felt his silent laughter against my back.
“Liz picked them out for you. When I told her what I was doing, she talked my ear off about closets the whole time I was in her store. I tell you, I don’t know what it is with women and closets, but if the stomach is the way to a man’s heart, a closet is the way to a woman’s.”
I smile and melt deeper into him. Liz has become a great friend and is slowly becoming more open with us.
Except when Trevor is around, but I think that’s because he’s always growling at her.
When she ignores him, it pisses him off.
When she talks to him, it pisses him off, but when another guy tries to talk to her, that pisses him off even more.
He normally ends up storming off, leaving Liz looking completely baffled and me laughing to myself.
With the way he looks at her, I know he is seriously into her. It’s like watching a romance in the making, just waiting to see who is going to break first.
“I love this closet. I loved this closet.”
He laughs, turning me in his arms. “Now you love me.”
“Maybe, or maybe I’m using you for your closet.
Did you ever think of that?” I ask, smirking up at him.
He picks me up suddenly, making me squeal.
Then I am on the chaise lounge with him lying on top of me.
“What are you doing?” I exhale as his hand finds my breast and the other goes to the back of my thigh.
“I’m going to prove that you’re not using me for the closet,” he says, his fingers tracing the back of my thigh and around the front of my sleep shorts, slipping underneath the edge. He slowly traces my seam with his finger. My hips lift automatically, trying to get more contact.
“People are here.” I moan.
“Then you better be quiet, baby,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers running over my clit, circling twice then dipping down and filling me.
I bite down on his shoulder, one hand going under his shirt to his back and the other to his bicep, holding on.
“You’re so wet. Jesus, I wish I could taste you right now. ”
“Please,” I beg, my face coming out of his neck. I love his mouth. I want his mouth on me.
“My greedy girl. You know I love your pussy, baby, but I can’t. The minute I get my mouth on you, I’m going to want to fuck you and I can’t do that knowing your dad’s in the next room.”
I whimper. His words are turning me on even more.
His fingers slide slowly in and out, then his thumb moves over my clit and I feel myself begin to fall apart, his mouth catching my moan.
I pull him closer, wrapping myself tighter around him.
My eyes are squeezed shut and I can still feel myself spasming around his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, opening my eyes.
I watch in fascination as Asher brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
This causes another spasm. Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deep and wet.
When he pulls his mouth away, we are both trying to catch our breath.
“Maybe I’m using you for amazing orgasms,” I say quietly.
“Yeah, maybe,” he chuckles and kisses my nose. I feel my face go soft.
“No, I’m definitely in love with you.” I whisper my confession. It still amazes me that this guy, who seems so rough around the edges, is always soft with me.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” Tears sting my nose and I take a deep breath. Asher picks up the wrapped box off the floor where it had fallen and hands it to me. “What’s this?” I ask.
“Your other gift.” He smiles his cocky grin and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. I slowly unwrap the silver paper and lift the lid on the small jewelry box. My heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest with the anticipation.
“Wow,” I whisper, staring down at the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen.
Two silver hearts intertwined, becoming one, similar to an eternity symbol.
I take it out of the box and hold it in my hand, not sure if he even knows the significance of the design.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, still whispering.
I look up and he is watching me closely.
“Will you put it on me?” I ask, handing it to him.
My hair is already up so I turn my back to him and he places the necklace around my neck then clasps it.
I feel his lips on the back of my neck. My hand goes to the hearts and I pull it away from my chest, looking down at it. He pulls me around to face him again.
“Beautiful,” he says and I start crying. He pulls me into his lap and I shove my face into his neck, absorbing his smell. “Baby, why are you crying?” That’s a good question. I have no idea why I am crying. I just feel really emotional.
“I’m sorry.” I sniffle, wiping my face on his shirt.
“Did you just wipe your snot on me?”
I start giggling. “No, just tears. I promise.”
“Uh huh,” he mumbles and kisses the top of my head. I pull my face away from his chest and look into his beautiful eyes. I’m so lucky. “So, now that you have your stuff here, baby, you know that means you’re officially moved in, right?”
I’m in complete shock. He totally tricked me into moving in. Actually, come to think of it, he tricked my dad. He got his way without having to fight with me about it. I love staying here, but I like having a backup plan.
“Oh my God. You bossed me and got your way, and I didn’t even notice you were doing it.”
“I didn’t boss you, baby. I told you that you would want to live with me.” He is right, as mad as it makes me. I want to be here as badly as he wants me to be.
“You don’t think this is too soon?” I mumble, shaking my head.
“Fuck, no.”
Okay. He is sure about this. Me, on the other hand, I am not so sure.
“I don’t want this to go bad because we’re so new.
I feel like this is moving so fast. I’m worried that it’s just because it’s new to you and you don’t really know what you’re asking.
Like you’re going to lose interest sooner or later and I’ll be heartbroken, and stuck moving out of a house that I love when I knew it was too soon to move into it in the first place. ”
His hands move to my neck, his thumbs are under my jaw, tilting my head back so he has full eye contact.
“You’re pissing me off.” Eeek! He looks pissed.
Crap. “I’m a grown man. I know what I want out of life.
I know who I want in my life. You’re not in my head, you don’t know how I feel, so stop trying to make choices for me,” he says, shaking my head gently.
“I’m trying to slow down for you. For me, going fast would be you wearing a ring instead of a necklace.
Trust me, I’m taking it slow, as slow as I can. ”
For some reason, I know he is telling the truth.
What he doesn’t know is that if he’d asked me to marry him, I would have said yes, no questions asked.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted him.
Granted, I thought he was a big jerk after he spoke, but I still wanted him.
When my apartment was broken into and he was there with me, taking care of me, and making sure I was safe, I knew then he was really a good man.
And the way he talks to me and looks at me, well, that seals the deal.
“I love you. You’re it for me. I knew from the moment I met you that I was done for.
I like having you here and I don’t see that changing, unless you don’t feel the same as I do.
Then you need to tell me that so I can convince you that you do,” he says, smirking at me.
I wonder if he felt the same about his ex. Did he love her?
“Did you love your ex-wife?” I blurt out, feeling his body stiffen under me. “Never mind, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that.” I try to escape off his lap.
His eyes narrow and he takes a deep breath.
“You can always ask me anything,” he says, pulling me deeper into him and pressing my head into his warm chest. “I never loved her. I thought I was doing the right thing. We had been sleeping together for about a year and I knew that I didn’t want anything serious with her.
She always hinted at more, but I knew she wasn’t the one.
I did care about her, but I wasn’t in love with her.