chapter ELEVEN #2
I am throbbing and need to be touched. Even in this lustful haze I can understand how insane it is that I want him so much. I am not an overtly sexual person. Parker and I were in a loving relationship, but I never craved him. Not like this. This is primal.
At this moment I can only think of how alive I feel.
In this room.
With this man.
Asher’s fingers work me over my panties, drawing dangerous circles sending me into a crescendo of pleasure.
He kisses my shoulder and continues to rub me.
When my body is on the brink of an orgasm I swing my head back around and kiss him, feeling his tongue in my mouth as my body falls apart, collapsing into him with a peak so intense I could stop breathing.
My body tingles, reveling in the best sexual experience of my life and his fingers didn’t even touch my skin. If he can do this to me with our clothes on, I can’t imagine what can be done with them off.
I don’t know Asher very well, but I want to get to know him further. He is so easy to talk to. He doesn’t push me like everyone else, yet he makes me want to tell him things.
Most importantly, he gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give. He made me feel music again.
I slowly rise from my seat and do something so bold and daring, so unlike me, yet so absolutely right for this very moment.
I strip.
My fingers deftly work the button of my shorts, allowing them to slowly fall off my hips and down my legs. Asher’s eyes turn black with lust. A smile crosses my lips as I watch his gaze travel down my legs and back up in complete appreciation for what I am doing.
I place my hand across my body and lift my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and matching thong.
Asher’s breath hitches. His teeth bite down on his lower lip and skim the plum of his mouth.
Remember how I said I didn’t find lip-biting sexy?
Turns out, I lied.
“Baby, I like where this is going, but I need you to know this is not why I brought you here.” His words are sincere, but his tone and the incredible bulge in his pants lets me know he wants me to keep going.
“Just call me impulsive,” I say and I’m rewarded with a crooked smile that turns smoldering when I hook my thumbs under my panties and lower them until they hit the floor. When my bra comes off, I swear the room gets ten degrees hotter.
So, here I am, stark naked in the music room, standing in front of the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be sitting in front of a massive window overlooking the Mediterranean. In my wildest dreams I never would have envisioned this moment taking place.
But I’m here.
And I’m nervous.
Nervous because he’s not saying anything. He is staring at me. His eyes let me know he likes what he sees but his lack of expression right now is making me want to shut down and run from the room.
I have one orgasmic musical experience and suddenly I think I’m a porn star. What is wrong with me? How could I think—
“You’re perfect.”
His words catch me so off guard, I have to think for a second if I heard them right.
“Come here.” Asher puts his hand out in front of him.
I take a step forward and grab his hand. He closes his legs and places his hand on my hip, guiding me over him, until I’m straddling him.
Our hips join and I can feel his need for me rubbing against my core. I look down at the source of his arousal and have to take a moment to gather my wits.
“Emma, look at me.” Asher wraps his hands in my hair, guiding my face up so we are staring at each other. His thumbs caress my cheeks. There is something about his touch that makes me feel protected.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say.
Asher offers a kind smile. “I can tell.”
I shrug away from him but he pulls my head back. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you’re nervous. It makes you real.”
I can almost laugh. “A real lunatic.” I look at him and relax as his hands rub up and down my spine. “I’ve known you for moments—yet I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else. Isn’t that crazy?”
Asher doesn’t match my expression. Instead, he looks on as serious as ever. “It’s insane.”
My eyes shoot up. Is he regretting this moment? Because if he is, I think I might just curl up and die.
“Don’t do that,” he says.
“Do what?”
“Search for a reason to leave. I’ve been doing the same thing for four days.
Trying to find a reason why I should leave you alone.
And I can’t. I feel so connected to you.
And I know you feel it too. Hell, I barely touched you and you fell apart in my hands.
There is a fire between us, Emma, and I know we’re going to get burned, but I want to walk into it anyway.
This is crazy and insane and, by God, it has me so fucking scared I don’t know if I should kiss you or walk away from you. ”
“Kiss me,” I say, leaning into him, taking his lips back in mine. He seems hesitant at first but then his mouth opens up further, drinking me in as he did before.
We are a mess of emotions.
Two broken people trying to be put back together.
And one we become.
His hands lower under my bottom and grabs on tight as he stands and lifts us from the chair.
My legs grip tighter to his waist and my arms cling to his neck to keep from falling as we move through the room.
He must know how to navigate the space in the dark because his mouth is still on mine and his movements are sure and aimed for a very specific destination.
He loosens one hand to open the door to the music room. Not caring if anyone is in the hallway, he walks us down the corridor and turns to another door, opening it and shoving it closed with his foot after we enter.
My back is lowered onto a plush bed of fine linens. It feels divine. Not as divine as the hands of the man who is still holding me.
Asher breaks the kiss and kneels over me. Hooded eyes skim my body. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I take the empowerment I get under his stare and lift my back up off the bed and help him undress.
First, I peel off his shirt and get an intimate view of the perfectly sculpted chest I was admiring earlier.
My hands rub over the hard muscle and weave in the soft hairs of his stomach that lead a trail to the edge of his boxer briefs sticking out of his shorts.
Next, I unhook his belt and leave it hanging loosely from the hooks. My fingers, steady and controlled, undo the top button of his shorts and then glide the zipper down.
With a hiss through his teeth and his stomach constricting, I lower his shorts until they’re hanging loosely off his hips.
I reach my hand inside and pull his massive erection from his boxers, feeling the weight of it in my hand and rubbing my palm up and down his length, circling my thumb around the tip.
“Baby, that feels so good. You feel so good.” His moans send me into erotic bliss. I lean forward and lick the very sensitive head, swirling my tongue around in circles and then glide up the vein until Asher’s head falls back.
“Emma . . .”
I lick and roll and dance with him, taking him to the back of my throat and listening to the beautiful sounds his he makes with every ounce of pleasure I am giving him.
Warm hands snake around my head. His fingers weave into my hair, guiding my head up.
For as worked up as he is, Asher gently guides me back until he is settled above me, between my legs, and kisses me with a steadied passion that is more determined and purposeful than anything he has exhibited in the short time I’ve known him.
“I need to be inside of you.” His voice is hushed, his breathing hard. “I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe until I’m buried deep inside you.”
My body is burning with want and lust for this man. The taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him between my thighs is too much. My core is begging to be taken and if he doesn’t tame the throbbing between my legs I might just flip him over and straddle him on my own.
I have nothing to offer in the form of words so I give him my permission by pushing his clothes off as far as I can reach. My palm flat against his gorgeous ass, pulling him toward me.
“I need to hear you say it.” He says, not budging his body from hovering over mine. I want him lower. On me. In me. I want him closer but he’s holding back.
“Say what?” I ask, looking up into those eyes that have turned my heart citrine.
“Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say the words.” His chiseled face, softens with emotion.
His eyes are asking me for something very more than just sex.
They’re asking me to fix him.
To let him fix me.
They’re asking me to love him.
My throat tightens and my mouth waters. From the tips of my toes to the pad of my fingers, my skin is on fire and igniting brighter with every extra inch of skin of his that touches mine. Together, we are a raging fever. The only antidote is to quell the desire burning between us.
“I need you, Asher. I need you to make me feel. I need you to make me burn. I need you to burn with me.”
“It’s you,” he says as his lips come crashing back down on mine. In a heartbeat his clothes are completely off and he is opening a foil packet I didn’t see him grab. He slides the condom down his shaft and positions just outside of me.
With soft kisses and strong hands, he holds me still as he enters. My back instantly bows and arches into him. If I thought the feel of him outside of my clothing was intense, the feeling of him inside me is immeasurable.
With a roll of his hips, he hits every nerve ending inside my body. I didn’t even know it could feel this good with out a mechanical toy. It’s as if he was made especially for me, to fit inside and milk me from the inside with pure perfection.
As he moves, his groin rubs against me, giving friction to my very swollen clit. I’m being loved from the inside and the outside. It won’t take long for me to . . . My hands grip the sheets . . . my toes curl in . . . I feel so much.
My body starts to spasm, arching off the bed closer to him, needing more. I pump my own hips along with him.
Asher’s buries his head in my neck, biting my skin. “I love the feel of you. Keep doing that.”
My body moves with his. My core is soaking wet and I’m still climbing.
He bends his back and leans his head down to take a nipple in his mouth. My body shakes with pleasure and my orgasm is driven home when he adjusts his hips and pushes inside me so deep and hard I think I might be having an exorcism.
Screams and cries are coming from the room and they’re all from me. Asher pulls me in tight and kisses me hard, sucking on my tongue and biting on my lip as he finds his own pleasure, coming hard. I can feel him pulsing from inside.
Our bodies are a mix of sweat and heat. I feel sticky but I don’t want to move. I want to be glued to this moment forever.
And I think he does too. Brushing the hair off my forehead, Asher rubs my temples and smoothes my hair with his hand. Gorgeous honey eyes skim my face. I reach up with my own hand and let my fingers trace the outline of his jaw, rubbing the light scruff.
Our skin remains tethered to each other as our hearts find a mutual beat and our breaths take on a synchronized rhythm.
My left leg lifts off the sheet and wraps around his thighs, pulling him in closer. He arches his hips in and kisses me, rolling onto his side, taking me with him.
We lay and kiss on our sides until our lips are numb and then we kiss some more. I feel like I am complete for the first time in forever.
He leaned up on his elbow and looks down on me. His fingers lightly brush the long strands of my hair. “Have you ever heard of Sirens’ Rock?”
I lightly shake my head.
“It’s here, in the bay, at the center of the marina. The ancients believe it to be the place where the sirens seduced Odysseus with a song,” he says, his voice slightly above a whisper. “It’s you. My temptress who lured me in with a song.”
He takes my lips again and holds on to them, ever so still, and I savour ever last breath he breathes into me.
“What is your favorite dessert?” He breaks our kiss and rubs our noses together.
It’s a silly question but one I don’t mind answering. “Ice cream. You?”
“Cheesecake. But only the New York kind. I’d like to take you to this shop near my house. You’ll love it. In fact, I may bring it home and eat it off of you.” His lips find my neck and start to nibble.
My heart sighs with the thought. “Where is your home?”
He leans back and looks at me as if I already know the answer. “New York. Manhattan. I thought you knew that.”
I laugh into his chest. “I know nothing about you. Like, what kind of cologne do you wear? Because you always smell delicious.” I drink in my very sexy maritime man.
Asher’s body stiffens. “I don’t wear cologne. I used to, but someone ruined it for me.”
My head tilts. First, I can’t believe he smells this amazing on his own. It’s sinful and totally unfair. Second, who ruined cologne for him? A woman? A lover?
He gives me a look I’m starting to know well. “Not today. Someday I’ll share that secret but this, right here, this is too perfect to taint with the past.”
I nod in understanding. This moment is too pristine.
“Favorite color?” I ask.
“Black. I’m guessing yours is yellow.”
I scoff. “Black is not a color and how did you know I love yellow?”
“I’m very observant. You wore it two days in a row. Two days you knew you were going to see me, might I add.” His cocky smile is annoying yet totally kissable.
“It just so happens to look best on me.” I curl further into him. “What did you want to be when you were a kid?”
“I wanted to play the cello.”
“Looks like we have something in common.”
“We have a lot in common. I’ve never met someone so similar to me before.”
“Like our birthdays.”
“Yes, like our birthdays. And Emma . . .” Asher rolls us so he is on his back. I let out a yelp as he pulls me with him until I am straddling his hips. The growing erection beneath lets me know he’s ready for round two.
“Yes?” I say, cocking my brow, letting him know I’m on to his wicked agenda.
“I don’t want to talk anymore.” Asher’s hands take my hips and guide me into position.
“Sounds good to me.” And it does. So we make love again.
This time we are rough and reckless and completely free.