Page 21 of One Kiss Isn't Enough

She’s tight as all hell. So I give her a moment to adjust. A mewl leaves her and I rock against her, not moving just yet and kissing down her neck. It doesn’t take long for her body to remember mine and I pull out then thrust back inside of her in an easy rythym, then harder and faster.

A cold sweat lines my skin as her nails gently scrape along my back. As I fuck her deeper and her small cries of pleasure fill the room, she tightens and spasms on my cock. Coming undone so easily for me.

I ride through her pleasure, kissing along her jaw and she clings to me. It’s only when my thumb finds her clit again, that her piercing eyes find mine and she moans my name.

“Asher,” my name on her lips is wrapped in desperate need for love.

And fuck do I love her. We nearly say it at the same time and I take her again and again, not wanting this to end.

* * *

I’ve learned my lesson before, so before I go down the hall to get what I need to clean her up, I slip my jeans on. She’s still as can be on her bed, trying to keep the evidence of what we’ve done from getting onto the sheets.

I can’t help but smirk as I stare down at her with that just fucked look. Her hair is a messy halo and her chest is still flushed.

Once all is taken care of, I get back under the covers to cuddle with her again, and it’s not long before reality sets in.

“When are your parents going to be home?”

“You thinking of going back to the hangar?” she answers me with a question of her own.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t want to go back home at all “I know I don’t want to be naked and in your bedroom when they do come home though.”

“We could go downstairs and turn something on … would that?—"

“I’d love that,” I cut her off. We have time to go from cuddling on the sofa to sitting up right when her parents come home. We’ve done it a thousand times before.

As I gather her clothes for her, I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen when I do go back home. They’ll both probably pretend it didn’t happen. They won’t talk about it and if they do, it’ll be a promise that it won’t happen again.

My expression my show my thoughts, because Bri looks back at me with nothing but concern. I’m far too late to hide it from her.

“Asher?” she questions and I just kiss her. A quick peck as I hand her the bundle of clothes for her to put back on. That doesn’t satisfy her though.

“Are we going to be okay?” She’s the only thing in my life that is okay in this moment. I can’t lose her. I love her too fucking much and I need her more than she could ever know.

“Of course we are. I love you and you love me. That’s all that really matters.”

“You promise?”

“I promise you, Bri; I’m going to love you forever.”

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I've got a thing for men who work with their hands.

I thought I learned my lesson years ago. But here I am, back in the small town I grew up in, staring down the man who broke my heart years ago.

I intended to tell him off.

My plan was to flip him the bird and prove to both of us that he hadn't ruined me.

I sure as hell wasn't going to sleep with him.

Until he tells me he's sorry.

Until he gives me that smoldering look I still dream about.

Until he whispers just beneath the shell of my ear... His breath trails down my neck and he leaves an opened mouth kiss right there, in that sensitive spot.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you."

My treacherous heart wants more. More of him. More of us. But there's a reason it didn't work before and when you don't learn from your past mistakes, you're bound to repeat them.

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