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My eyebrows pop high. “Like now?”

She swallows and nods again. “I trust you.”

And there it is again, that sense of warmth that runs right through my chest when she says that to me. It’s like the most precious gift she could hand me—her trust. And I’m gonna honor that as best I can.

CHAPTER 30

LEILANI

Asher’s hand skims back across my waist as he moves in behind me again. Nerves skitter through me, but I want to try this. Because I don’t want to be held back by anything. I won’t let what happened to me deny me of a good time.

We’ll start, and if I don’t like it, I know he’ll stop.

He’s proved his self-control before, and I do trust him.

And I want the pleasure he can offer me. I want the pleasure I can offer him.

The pads of his fingers whisper over my thighs as he nestles his chest against my back. He’s watching me carefully in the mirror, and it’s then I realize that he has every intention of taking me right here so he can see my face.

Talk about being vulnerable with someone, but I guess I can watch his face, too, and there’s something very sensual about that.

I raise my arm, wrapping my hand around his neck and giving it a light squeeze.

“If at any point this gets too much…,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I know,” I whisper, tipping my head back and kissing him as he wriggles his fingers under my shirt and glides his perfect hands over my body.

Squeezing both breasts, he pinches my nipples through the fabric of my bra, teasing with a rub that sends tendrils of excitement shooting down between my legs. I tip my head back, resting it against his shoulder and closing my eyes as he runs his finger along the top of my panties.

“Is this okay?” he whispers.

“Uh-huh.” I swallow and let out a soft breath.

His hand dips beneath the fabric, trailing down to my sweet spot and drawing delicate circles over my clit. The pressure is so soft—a light tickle that’s just firm enough to get my heart racing.

It feels so good. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I meld back into him and let the pleasure curl through me.

He brushes my hair to the side, sucking my neck while still stroking my clit. It’s hard not to pant and whimper when he pushes his hips forward, grinding his hard shaft between my butt checks. He’s still in his jeans, his cock wrapped up tight in the clothing. I want to set it free. As this pleasure builds within me, I find myself wanting to lean forward and let him take me in a way I thought I’d never be able to handle again, but he’s making it possible.

The bathroom lights are shining over me, the mirror just there. I pop my eyes open and watch his tongue glide down my shoulder, nudging the fabric aside. The muscles in his forearm ripple as he keeps working my pussy, and I’m mesmerized by him.

There’s nothing dark and sinister in this bathroom.

Nothing feels off, which is why I can reach under the shirt for my panties and slide them down my hips.

“You sure?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe, shimmying my hips and practically purring as the denim of his jeans brushes against my naked butt cheeks.

His eyes smile at me in the mirror, and I hold his gaze as the tip of his tongue trails up my neck, then nips my soft earlobe.

The energy running through me is building at a steady rate, his magical fingers adjusting pressure and speed until my clit is basically weeping.

“Yes,” I groan, starting to pant, my chest heaving as the orgasm builds to an eruption that rips right through me. An embarrassing scream pops out of my mouth. It’s short but high, and it makes Asher laugh against my skin as my knees go weak.

He cinches me around the waist, holding me steady and waiting for me to stop writhing. The pleasure pulsing through me is almost too much, but I soak in it, reveling in the buzz traveling through my body.

I flop my head forward with a moan, then listen to the sound of his zipper coming down.

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