Chapter 29
Sierra
My back was flat against the seat of the vehicle in a heartbeat, Asher’s upper body pressing me hard against the cool leather.
My brain was a little muddled.
The wine glasses had been large, and I knew I was a little intoxicated.
Still, I wasn’t completely drunk.
“Asher?” I said in a confused voice.
He was close, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face, but I couldn’t see his eyes because the limo was relatively dark.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Sierra,” he said in a demanding voice. “Tell me that I’m the only man you want.”
Because I was a little impaired, I couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with him.
And something was wrong.
We’d never really discussed monogamy, but he should know that I’d never look at another guy.
I didn’t want another guy.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he grumbled. “I just need to know that you’re mine.”
I fought to get my hand from between our bodies and lifted my palm to his face.
Was it really possible for a man like Asher Remington to be uncertain about how desirable he was to me?
If he was insecure, it was nothing for me to reassure him.
“I’m yours, Asher,” I whispered. “I’m so crazy for you that other men don’t exist for me anymore.”
His body relaxed a little. “Men were looking at you because you look like a temptress tonight. I didn’t like it.”
Wait? What?
Was Asher Remington actually…jealous?
First, I wasn’t model gorgeous. I was passably pretty at best. I had nice breasts, and I was in decent physical shape, but him worrying about men looking at me was ludicrous.
Second, he obviously didn’t notice that women checked him out with covetous looks in their eyes all the damn time.
Especially here in Austin.
Cole and Asher had been well-known here, so a lot of women recognized him.
Asher was hot.
He was a billionaire.
And he was ridiculously successful.
Okay, there were times when those women looked a little too long that I felt a little covetous myself, but I knew it was something I needed to get used to if I wanted to date Asher Remington.
Never in a million years had it occurred to me that Asher might feel the same way.
Men really didn’t look at me that way.
“Do you have any idea how many women ogle you whenever you’re in public?” I asked him.
“I don’t care. I don’t want them, and all they want is my money,” he said gruffly.
I snorted. “I’m a woman. I guarantee they want more than your money.”
“You’re the only woman that exists for me, Sierra,” he said huskily before his lips came down on mine.
I pulled my other hand from between our bodies and wrapped my arms around his neck.
The kiss was blatantly possessive, but I savored that domination.
I couldn’t quite figure out exactly what Asher needed, but I wanted him with the same urgency that he wanted me.
He shifted our bodies without ending the hungry embrace.
A moment later, I was straddling him and leaning down because Asher was holding my mouth to his.
“Asher,” I panted when he finally let me come up for air. “We can’t do this here.”
“We can,” he rasped as he pulled my dress up to my waist.
I whimpered as he reached a hand between us and slipped his fingers into my panties.
“I hope you’re not in love with these,” he said in a rough voice right before he gave my panties a hard tug, the delicate material no match for his strength.
“Those are my nice panties,” I said breathlessly.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replied as he put the ripped panties into his suit pocket.
Asher had skipped the formal tie, but he’d dressed for the elevated style of the restaurant.
“Ride me, Sierra,” he said in a bossy voice. “Right here. Right now. I don’t think you want to wait, either. You’re more than ready for my cock.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I said in a needy voice as I reached down to free his cock.
I’d never had sex in a public place or in a vehicle, but I was willing to try it.
The alcohol probably made me more daring, but it was Asher who made me bolder than I’d ever been before.
The insane desire I had for this man was overwhelming.
He drove me to the point where I couldn’t wait another nanosecond to get him inside me.
He had to help me a little to liberate his cock, but as soon as it was free, I sank down on him with a desperation that should probably scare the hell out of me.
But it didn’t.
All I felt was relief as he filled me.
Everything felt right when I was with Asher.
I let out a long sigh, aware that I could easily be heard.
Maybe the driver couldn’t see us, but the divider definitely wasn’t soundproof.
It was going to kill me not to scream Asher’s name, but that wasn’t happening.
My inhibitions might be lower, but I’d leave the limo mortified and unable to look the older man in the face when we exited the vehicle.
“It’s going to be hard to be quiet,” I whispered.
He moved the halter top so he could tease my breast. “Maybe not,” he answered. “This isn’t going to last long. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you in this damn dress.”
I gasped as Asher took my nipple into his hot mouth and bit just hard enough to send electric pulses down my spine.
He grasped my hips and guided them, urging me to sink deep.
We moved just like that for breathless moment after breathless moment, savoring every deep thrust.
I somehow sensed that Asher needed to possess me, and I wanted to be possessed.
Claimed.
Taken.
I wanted this man to be mine, too, so I understood why he needed some reassurance.
“Asher!” I hissed as he ground my hips down with every stroke of his cock.
The stimulation to my clit was good.
So damn good.
I missed having the two of us together skin-to-skin, but there was something to be said for only being intimately connected in one place.
It put all of my focus on the orgasm that was starting to unfurl.
“Asher!” I panted, forcing myself not to lose it as I got closer and closer to climax.
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to call out his name.
I ground my hips against Asher hard as my climax rolled over my body.
I opened my mouth, completely swept away by the pleasure this man gave me.
Asher reached up, grasped the back of my head, and slammed my mouth against his.
The scream I’d needed to release was muffled against Asher’s mouth and tongue.
He’d known I couldn’t hold back any longer, and he’d saved me the embarrassment he knew that I’d feel later.
My core spasmed as Asher kept right on kissing me, groaning against my lips as he came deep inside me.
I panted once he’d ended the embrace. “I think you just saved me from endless embarrassment.”
He grinned up at me. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear my name on your lips, but I know you. You would have been embarrassed every time you saw our driver.”
I hugged him tightly. “I would have,” I confessed.
“Still feeling tipsy?” he asked.
“Just a little,” I admitted. “I wish I could just stay here all night. I don’t really want to move.”
I loved moments like this when we were intimately connected but completely satisfied.
We stayed this way simply because we liked feeling this kind of closeness.
At least I knew that I did.
But Asher seemed to enjoy it, too.
“You’ll probably have to move soon,” he said teasingly. “We’re about to arrive at our hotel.”
I shot off his lap. “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“I just did,” he drawled as he straightened out his fly and zipped his pants. “We were a little preoccupied before that.”
“Give me my panties,” I insisted, desperate to use the material to swipe up a wet spot on the leather seat.
Wordlessly, Asher pulled a plush handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me.
I cleaned the seat, grabbed my purse, and stuffed the hanky into it before I frantically started to yank my dress down until it covered my legs.
Bless this amazing man who knew exactly why I’d needed something dry.
“Relax,” Asher said as he took my hand.
I took a deep breath, realizing that I was flustered because I’d just had hot sex in a limo.
“That was a first for me,” I told him.
He grinned at me as the car door opened. “Me, too,” he shared before he slid out of the vehicle and took my hand to help me out.
My heart fluttered as I stood and Asher slipped a protective arm around me.
It was good to know that I was finally Asher’s first time for something.