Chapter 22
22
Sienna
Asher’s shower was amazing.
I tried to keep my eyes open, appreciate the dark gray slate tiles and enormous glass doors, but it was hard to do that while being tortured.
He failed to mention it had a full bench seat in it. He also failed to mention how he could drive me out of my mind, holding me open on his lap while blasting his hand-held shower wand right on my clit. Water pressure just kept coming, driving me closer to the edge, and then he’d back off, palming my wet breast in his hand while swirling his tongue with mine. And then the water would hit at just the right spot again, driving me out of my skin.
I was panting to the point of seeing spots dance behind my eyes.
“You gonna come for me?” Asher said in my ear while he rolled my nipple between his fingers, hitting me again with that delicious blast of water. “Open that pussy to me. That’s it.”
“Ash…”
“Right here, babe. What do you need?”
I was so close, chasing the orgasm that just kept eluding me. “More. I need more.”
He dropped the shower wand and slid me higher up his thigh, replacing that delicious torture with two fingers.
His teeth scraped my shoulder. “You nice and wet for me, sweetheart?”
I wanted to come so badly but he’d been edging me for so long it all just felt amazing.
“Put your arm over my shoulder. That’s it.” His mouth landed on my nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue as he angled those fingers deep inside me. “Look how wet you are, baby.”
I was arched so hard I was sliding off his lap. Asher was relentless, making my body do things it had never done.
“Ash… I need.” Fuck, I could barely speak. “You inside me.”
His fingers slid out of me, and with another searing kiss, he got me on my feet. He shut the water off and helped me out over the low ledge, wrapping us both up in soft, black towels.
His bed was huge and soft as he tossed dry towels on top. And then his tongue was on my clit, torturing me all over again. My back arched as the orgasm ripped through me, taking my breath away. I was slightly aware of him sliding my ass to the edge of the mattress, opening my shaking thighs.
He tore the foil packet open, rolling it down his length. His hand wrapped my thigh as he slid himself over me. “You ready for me, baby?”
I was more than ready.
“I’ve been picturing you here, just like this, Sienna. Just like this.” His cock slowly entered me, adding that sensation of being stretched and filled all over again. “Fucking amazing,” he whispered as he filled me completely. “So fucking beautiful.”
His bed must have been designed for just this activity as he didn’t hold back, taking what he needed, driving me to that edge of sanity. His hands cinched around my thighs as he drove into me.
“Give me your hand,” he ordered.
I did as he demanded, finding my fingers in his mouth. His wet tongue wrapped around my fingertips.
“Now touch yourself. Show me how you like it, babe. I want to feel you come on my dick.”
His wish was my command, taking us both over the edge.
I woke with a hand between my legs and soft kisses on my shoulder. His arms wrapped around me as if I was a precious gift, breathing me in with every touch. It was still dark outside; nearly one in the morning according to the clock glowing red on the nightstand.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered on my neck. His erection pressed against my skin. I reached back for him, grasping him firmly in my hand, hearing his soft moan tickle my ear with every stroke of my hand.
He twisted away, reaching to his nightstand, coming back with another condom. His fingers toyed with me and then he lifted my thigh, gliding right back home.
There was no hurry. No frenzy this time. Just slow and easy as he made love to me.
Every touch. Every searing, burning kiss. Every time he stared into my eyes as he slid into me, making our bodies into one.
I needed to come clean with him because this was no longer just sex. There was too much emotion flowing between us now—the kind that alters you forever.
Asher’s lean, muscular body covered mine as he continued his slow torture. His fingers clasped around mine as he kissed me.
“You falling for me yet?” he said on my lips.
I hugged his warm, sensual body against mine, and gave him the absolute truth pouring from every fiber of my being. “Yes.”
He pressed his hips deeper into me as those honeycomb eyes locked onto mine. “Good.”
Naked pancakes wasn’t completely naked.
I was, however, very naked underneath the T-shirt I’d stolen from the chair in his bedroom. It still held the scent of his cologne, which made it prime for theft.
Asher had a pair of boxers on, as working with the stove completely naked wasn’t such a smart idea. He still looked amazing with his hair all messy and a few hours of the most amazing sex of my life curling the edges of those wicked lips.
I’d considered putting on a pair of underwear, but I was advised by the chef not to bother.
I was hard at work, mixing batter, very aware of the tender state of my vagina. It also wasn’t breakfast time anymore; it was closer to lunch since I was what Asher had had for breakfast.
His house was amazing. It was only a two bedroom, but it had plenty of room. His living room had an overstuffed chocolate couch, an oak wall unit, and nice, black and oak furniture. Everything was decorated in rich, dark tones, flowing that masculine slate gray and earthy colors throughout every room, even down to the black and gray marble island. It was him in every corner of the house—dark and dangerous.
He was also very tidy. Everything had its place.
The only thing out of place was me.
Asher stood behind me, hands on either side of the dark marble countertop. His chest warmed my spine.
“How’s it going?” He moved my wet hair aside, planting his lips on my neck.
I stirred the spoon. “I got pancake mix on your shirt.”
“Do you need another bath?” His hands slid under my shirt, right up to palm both of my breasts. One flick of his fingers zinged that arousal right back through me.
“Yes, but I’m also hungry.” My body, however, was responding to his attention. But my mind was warring with other thoughts—truths that needed to be said.
Last night, this morning… the words hovered on my lips but there was never a good time to tell him. And now it was too late. I was madly, deeply in love with this man. There was no doubt in my mind about that. None.
We’d spent an entire week learning each other’s bodies. We’d done things that tested stamina and gravity, having him discover very inventive ways to make me come. But last night, everything shifted. It felt monumental, as if this was to the point of no return—where you feel you might die without this person in your hands.
And the way he was gliding his hands over my skin… it all felt different now.
He planted a kiss on my neck and left me in another state of sensation overload.
“Do I use butter or oil for this?” Asher asked as he pulled a large skillet out of the cabinet.
I turned the box. “Instructions says oil.”
He set the pan on his stove. “That’s a problem. I don’t have any.” He opened a cabinet. “I have olive oil. Will that work? I don’t think we can use that.”
I set the spoon in the batter. “You have butter?”
He opened his refrigerator and reached inside. “Yes. We have butter.”
I turned his stove on, which made him smile. “Butter please.”
He set it in my hand. “Aren’t you supposed to be naked for this part?”
I smiled at him and his partial stiffy. “You tell me. This was your idea.”
His head tilted. “No. I specifically remember someone blurting ‘I can cook!’ after I’d rocked her world. So technically, sweetheart, this is all you.”
“I can cook. But I’ve never been mostly naked and partially aroused while doing it.”
Asher grinned. “Well, you might want to practice your culinary skills, because I plan to keep you in that state for a very long time.”
His words made my heart jump again. “Is that so?”
He crossed his arms over that solid chest. “Absolutely. We have naked steak nights, naked spaghetti night. Oh, and naked Taco Tuesdays. Can’t forget about them. Hot tacos are one of my favorites.”
I shook the spoon at him. “I have your hot tacos right here.”
His eyes turned heated. “Why, yes. Yes you do.”
I poured some batter into small piles on the skillet. “Does that mean you’re going to invite me back?”
“Depends. You going to keep stealing my shirts and getting food all over them?”
I glanced down at the front of the shirt I’d stolen. “I can do laundry too!”
“Well, that’s a relief. We can take turns scrubbing the wet spots off the bedsheets. You made quite a mess.”
He laughed when I made a face at him. “Wasn’t all me, buddy. You want to blame somebody, yell at your fingers.” I tugged his shirt down on my body. “And I like your shirts.”
He got a plate out of the cabinet. “That’s what girlfriends do, right? Steal their boyfriend’s clothes?”
I froze a moment, staring at the pancake browning. “Depends. Again, your house. Your rules.”
He shrugged. “I like you in my house. And I like seeing my girlfriend wrap her hot body in my clothes.”
My eyes snapped over at him, checking his sincerity.
“Your pancake is burning, babe.” He grinned madly at me.
I scooped it out of the pan and set the first four on the plate.
“You okay with that title, Sienna?”
My hands trembled a bit, ladling the next batch into the pan. “You okay with being my boyfriend, Asher?”
He shrugged. “For now.”
That deflated the hope he’d started to bloom in me. For now. He was a thirty-seven-year-old bachelor. I’d probably find spare visitor toothbrushes if I’d bother to snoop—which I wasn’t going to do.
“You want kids, Sienna?”
That tremor returned in my hand. “You want kids, Asher?”
He tore off a piece of pancake, shoving it in his mouth. “I asked you first.”
Great. Another test I was probably going to fail. “If I say yes and you say no, then I lose T-shirt privileges.”
He reached back into the refrigerator for the can of whipped cream. “I want to know what you want.”
“This feels like a trap. I’d rather not play this game.”
He shook the can. “Just something I was thinking about. I’m okay with using protection until we get to a place where I can go without. Just wondering how you felt about that.”
My knees felt like they were going to give out any second now. Was he serious? I studied his face for signs. Eyes locked. Jaw set. Yep. He was totally serious.
I flipped the four pancakes while fighting a sudden wave of dizziness. “You’re asking because you want me on birth control? Or are you asking what I might do if I accidentally got pregnant?”
He stared me down. “I’m asking because I want to know if we’re going in the same direction. I’m not interested in playing games or wasting time wondering.”
I took the pancakes out of the pan, trying not to hyperventilate all over them. “I think seeing you tend to Roman yesterday made my heart feel fuzzy. I think you’ll be a wonderful father someday. That is, if you want to be one.”
“Honestly? I haven’t had much interest in the idea, but lately I’m finding I’m not opposed.”
I added more butter to the pan, watching it sizzle while trying to figure out how to convey my thoughts. “Honestly, Ash. You want the truth?”
He nodded.
“I haven’t allowed myself to think on those things because I haven’t been dating anyone to where it might be a possibility. Would I like to be a mom someday? Yes. I would. I’d love to give my child or children the love and devotion they deserve. But most people give up and get divorced instead of sticking it out, and I’m not sure it’s fair to do that to a child who didn’t ask for a broken home or parents that can’t get along.”
I flipped the four new pancakes, losing my appetite for them. “I thought naked pancakes was supposed to be fun. Or is the concept meant to strip us naked in other ways?”
Asher took the spatula out of my hand, took the last four out of the pan, and turned the stove off.
And then with a quick, “come here” I was back in his arms, face pressed to his bare, warm chest.
“I spent my entire night inside you, Sienna. A good portion of my morning too, and it has me thinking. Seeing you dote on Roman yesterday did things to me too, babe. So, while naked pancakes is supposed to be fun, making breakfast while discussing the future with you is more important.”
I looked up at him, smiling at his words. “I can live with that.”
I buried my face into his chest once more, enjoying one last moment of happiness, knowing this time with him was almost over. I needed to tell him. It was the only way. And once I did, all of this would disappear.
And that was already killing me.