Page 49 of Taming Her Temptations

As he moves his hands along the keys, his body jerks and trembles below me.

I’m not thinking about the music, anymore. But I am feeling it. The song feels rich and powerful and full of passion.

I arch my hips, wanting that part of our bodies to be closer.

He bends forward and kisses my neck up to my jaw. I arch my head back.

It’s not enough.

I grab the edge of the piano and lift myself so I can turn around in his lap, facing him and I wrap my legs around him.

“Keep playing,” I whisper as I settle myself on top of him.

He does keep playing, but his eyes watch only me.

I open my mouth and then close it. I don’t know what I was going to say. I think I was going to ask him to kiss me.

I open my lips again, but this time he leans forward and takes my mouth with his, kissing me with the same intensity he plays the piano with. Hell, even more.

I sigh in relief as he gives me what I so desperately want. Our mouths fight each other as he keeps playing. He misses notes, and the music starts to sound as frenetic as my body feels.

I reach down to unbutton his pants, but need to lean back to get a better angle. My back hits the piano and the wild sound of disjointed notes echoes through the space. He takes his hands off the piano to my thighs and pushes the fabric of my dress up revealing my blue lace thong. He moves the blue fabric to the side. Neither of us are willing to wait a second more than we have to.

He pushes his fingers inside me as I fumble with his pants still. I lose focus as his capable, long fingers find the spots inside me with ease.

“I want to learn your body just as well as I know the piano,” he says, using his other hand to lower the straps of my dress and bra so my breasts bounce out. He leans over and takes my nipple in his mouth while his fingers explore inside of me.

“I want to know which places to press,” he says as his thumb finds my clit. He presses and rubs back and forth. I arch in pleasure and the piano keys moan as I do.

“I want to know which spots to be gentle with,” he glides his tongue around my nipple in soft circles. “And which spots to be hard with.” He presses his fingers inside me roughly against a particular point of pleasure.

A soft moan of approval escapes my lips.

“And I want to bring you pleasure so intense that you didn’t even know it was possible.” He bites down on my nipple as he slides his fingers from inside of me to my clit, swirling it quickly and skillfully.

I squirm under his touch and the piano goes wild behind me.

“Asher?” I breathlessly say his name.

“Yes?”

“I’m not nearly as skilled as you,” I say after still not having made any progress with his pants. “So could you do me a favor and take your own damn pants off?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Asher

I know that I’m an intense person. I always have been. The things in my life that I like, well, I love. The things I enjoy doing, are my passions until death. I’m just wired this way. And Levi and Dean aren’t my bandmates, they’re my goddamn brothers.

And what is Ruby?

I release my cock from my boxers like she demanded, and the thing shoots out, ready for duty. I swear my cock becomes as hard as a damn diamond around her. My need to be inside her feels more intense than I’ve ever experienced.

Yeah, Ruby isn’t just a fling. She’s my addiction.

Her brown hair spills back as her expressive eyes search me for what I want to do next. But what I want to do next is fucking obvious. And even though it’s pretty obvious on her part, too, I need her to show me.

“Show me what you want with it,” I say, my cock bobbing between us. “Show me how you want to take it.”

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