Page 123 of Ask Me Something

The tears slid down my face at his confession. “I’m not used to having someone to rely on like that. It scares me.”

He smiled and held my face between his hands. “Then let’s be scared together because I’m not letting go.”

He kissed me deeply, and I could feel his fingers hook into the side of my panties, sliding them downward. I wasn’t confident my emotional state could handle alpha Brian at the moment, however, and wavered.

He picked up on my hesitation. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I pulled back, and my eyes locked with his. “I have something to ask you.”

“Okay, ask me, honey.”

I swallowed hard. “Would you make love to me?”

His eyes widened and reflected surprise, followed by something I couldn’t identify. “Sasha, I—”

I didn’t let him finish, putting a finger to his lips. “I know your whole theory on making love and having to be in love, but for tonight could you please fake it?”

His hand stroked the side of my face, and a shiver ran through me. He wiped the last tear that had slipped down my cheek.

I held my breath when he carefully lifted the T-shirt over my head. His fingers slid my panties down the rest of the way slowly, with his face lowering with the motion, trailing kisses from my hips to my knees.

There were no orders of getting on the bed or fast fingers this time around. Instead, he lifted me gently and placed me in the middle of his sheets. I watched, transfixed, while he took off his boxers as if in slow motion. He climbed up on the mattress and covered my body with his, settling between my legs but not entering me. His heat seeped into mine, our hands linking, and when he kissed me, the tension of the day melted away instantly.

Kissing my neck with soft nibbles, he slid down to my breasts. He teased them one by one, sucking gently. Back up the curve of my shoulder and over my collarbone, he moved up, kissing my lips reverently. “You are so beautiful.”

For the first time, I was raw and vulnerable and didn’t mind him seeing me as such. “You make me feel that way.”

“Touch me,” he invited.

Eager for the rare opportunity to explore him with unhurried touches, I glided my hands down his back, squeezing him tightly to me in a lover’s embrace. My fingers ran through his hair, enjoying the silken feel of it. I smiled when he captured one of my hands and set it on the side of his face after kissing my palm.

His erection settled against my thigh, but still he made no move to fill me. Reaching down, I stroked him with my hand, enjoying the long sigh of pleasure that escaped his lips when I gripped his velvety softness.

He shifted his hips allowing me more access. “That feels like heaven.”

Rubbing the crown of his hard length against my swollen clit, I moved him in small circles, then between my lips, coating him with my arousal.

“Your touch feels amazing.” His seductive voice lulled me into this serenity that I’d never felt with anyone. The connection was almost overwhelming, and he wasn’t even inside of me yet.

I traced his biceps with my fingers and then ran my hands slowly over his shoulders and down his back. Since he complimented me so frequently, I wanted him to know how very much I was attracted to him, too. “You’re so sexy, so strong.”

His lips settled over mine, and he kissed me now with tender urgency, stroking my tongue with his. He sucked in my breath until we were breathing like one.

I exhaled, so unbelievably consumed by his kiss that I swear I almost could’ve climaxed from the power of it alone.

His hand reached out and brushed my hair from my temple. He traced my lips with his tongue, then sucked on my bottom lip.

I shifted, aligning him with my slick entrance and letting him know I needed him now.

“Look at me,” he quietly demanded.

My eyes locked on his, viewing such raw emotion in the depths that I was completely lost in the moment.

He entered me one delicious inch at a time, the whole while holding my gaze, emphasizing that this was making love.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him there, buried deep inside of me, for what seemed like eternity.

“You were made for me, Sash—”

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