Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
But she was right. He both understood and like her. What she didn’t comprehend was that the wall he’d put up was necessary. “Derek would kill me for not kicking you out the minute I woke up and found you here.”
“But Derek isn’t in charge of me. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m an adult.”
As if he needed the reminder that legally there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her being in his bed. Morally, when it came to his friendship with her brother, was another story. Not to mention, the age gap still made him uncomfortable. But with her fingers trailing along his skin, her head on his shoulder, and her entire body pressed up against his, he couldn’t bring himself to roll over and climb out of this bed.
“Promise? You won’t shut me out?” she pushed.
“Yeah,” he said as he nodded, knowing he’d sealed his fate.
* * *
Nikki lay nestled between Asher’s arm and warm body. The musky scent of his lingering cologne along with the muscles beneath her fingertips all worked to arouse her. She didn’t doubt he felt the same way. The hitch in his breathing, the thick erection now pressing upward, showing an outline beneath the covers, said as much. But his mind was reminding him of all the reasons he believed she was wrong for him.
She intended to convince him otherwise. Something about Asher and how he treated her when he let down his guard, told her it was worth pushing him. Even if, despite how she was acting, she didn’t have a ton of sexual experience.
He’d been silent since her reminder that she was of age and there was nothing wrong with them being together. Silence that gave him time to think. She needed to distract him from his negative thoughts. She stopped making circles on his skin and walked her fingertips downward, her target obvious.
He grabbed her wrist, holding her hand in place.
Had he always been a good man who did the right thing? she wondered, her frustration mounting. But she sensed he was holding on by a thread and just needed a little more encouragement. She’d give him one more chance, and if he wasn’t going to let go, she’d respect that.
“Okay,” she said. The second he released his grip, she pushed herself up and maneuvered so she was straddling his waist, her arms braced on either side of his head and her sex rubbing deliciously against his cotton-covered cock.
His gaze locked with hers, his deep blue eyes turning even darker. She dipped her head so her mouth hovered over his. The need to taste him was as strong as the desire to grind herself against his straining erection.
She had the words in her head, ready to say them—The choice is yours, Asher – when he let out a groan and flipped their positions. She found herself beneath him, all her senses heightened by the pressure of his body and the intensity in his expression.
“Do you like to play with fire?” he asked, his tone gruff. Sexy.
“With you, I do,” she said, not breaking eye contact.
He responded by sealing his lips over hers, kissing her senseless. As in, she lost all awareness of anything but Asher. His mouth devoured hers, taking everything and demanding more. He nipped at her lower lip, the shock causing her mouth to part, and he plunged his tongue inside to tangle and duel with hers. If this was Asher unleashed, she wanted whatever he was willing to give.
She threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place as he continued to plunder. Every part of her body responded to his dominance. She grew light-headed from the kiss, and a delicious ache settled low in her belly. Desire flooded her sex, and she arched her hips, grinding into him, needing more than just his mouth on hers.
He let out a low chuckle. “Trying to move things along?”
She tugged on his hair in reply. Hell yes, she was attempting to get him to do more than just kiss her.
And he did. He slipped one hand beneath her shirt and cupped her breast. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her hardening nipple, causing zings of pleasure to race through her body and settle in her core. He didn’t let up, working that one tight bud until her hips were moving in faster circles, seeking relief that was just out of reach. Instead of giving her what she needed, he switched his attention to the other breast.
“Asher, please,” she said, not above begging. She needed to feel him inside her. Filling her and easing the ache.
Before she could process, he shifted his big body off her and slid to the side, hooked his fingers into her skimpy panties, and yanked hard, ripping the material.
She gasped in surprise. She’d read about men ripping off a woman’s underwear in books but had never experienced it in person. And it was hot. Especially when a man like Asher was the one as desperate for her as she was for him.