Page 111 of The Love Penalty

My heart melts like a scoop of ice cream in the sunshine. The warmth traveling from my chest to my toes is comforting… and also sensual.

I love this man. I love the way he thinks and talks. I love the look in his eyes right now.

Brushing my thumb over the back of his hand, I tell him without words, rising to my tiptoes and gently pressing my lips to his.

He breathes me in, wrapping his arm around my waist and suctioning me against him as we deepen the kiss. His tongue glides against mine, a slow dance that simmers and heats with each lap of his tongue.

My body starts to sizzle, and I know exactly what’s going to break this tension inside me. I need release. And we need connection.

“I want you,” I murmur against his mouth, fisting his shirt and sucking his tongue into my mouth. “I need you.”

He smiles and starts trailing his lips across my cheek. “Thought you didn’t need me, boo.”

“Don’t want to need you.” I groan as his tongue finds the sweet spot beneath my ear. “But it turns out, on the very odd occasion…” I giggle when he lets out a soft growl, then tip my head back with a moan as his tongue glides a path down my neck. “I need you.”

Gripping his shirt, I give it a firm tug, whipping the fabric over his head and flicking it to the floor. His body is hot and delicious. Running my fingers over his hard muscles, I kiss a trail down his body, dipping my tongue into the ridges of his abs while kneeling on the couch and unbuckling his belt.

“So sexy, boo.” He digs his fingers into my hair, leaning down to kiss me again while sliding the jacket off my shoulders.

I have to let him go in order to slip my clothes off, then raise my hands as he wrestles my shirt free and unclasps my bra. My breasts pop free on a sigh of liberation, but they’re soon covered by his hands, then his lips and tongue. He sucks and nibbles until my body is on fire, sending my lady parts into a frenzy as his hands travel beneath my skirt.

It’s soon bunched around my waist as I frantically shove his pants down, freeing his pulsing cock. It springs out of his boxers and I smile down at it, wrapping my fingers around the shaft and wiping the bead of moisture off his tip.

“So good,” he groans into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip before owning me with his tongue.

I pump him while he kisses me, then lose concentration when his fingers part my folds and dance around my entrance. I’m wet and slippery, his fingers gliding into me easily before ducking out and searching for my clit.

As usual, he finds it without any effort. His panting breaths mingle with my sweet sighs as I rest my head against his shoulder and feel the electricity pulse down my legs.

We’re both kneeling on his couch, pleasuring each other. His jeans are bunched around his knees while my skirt has become a cumbersome belt. But none of that matters as we’re both transported to a higher plane.

My orgasm builds with surprising speed, and my nails are soon sinking into his shoulders as I cling to him and release a lusty cry. He groans with me. I’m still pumping his cock, my hand working in time with my racing heartbeat.

“I really want to come inside you,” he moans. “Is that okay?”

“Of course.” I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I shudder once more, my body still zinging as he kisses my shoulder, then leaps off the couch. He nearly falls over as his jeans slip to his ankles, but he kicks them off, literally running out of them as he darts into his bedroom for a condom.

His naked butt is firm and gorgeous, and I can’t help grinning that I’ll soon be sinking my fingers into it.

I wriggle out of my skirt, dumping it on the floor and lying down just as he races back into the room, all sheathed and ready to go.

Raising my leg over the back of the couch, I boldly open myself right up to him, and he pauses, gazing down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

The depth of his intimate gaze stirs an emotion in me that’s so strong and unexpected, I don’t know what to do with it.

This man.

He’s owning me right now.

Sitting forward, I snatch his wrist and pull him onto the couch. He kneels between my legs, skimming the pads of his fingers over my stomach. My body trembles in response, yearning for him in deep, soulful ways that should scare me, but they don’t.

It’s Asher.

My man.

I smile up at him, reaching for his face and trailing my fingers down his neck as he settles over me.

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