Page 14 of Pro Gamer's Aim

I snort. "Fine, I'm a princess bunny then. You're my noble steed."

"As you wish, Your Majesty." His voice is low, teasing. My cheeks flush.

The match starts and I scramble to keep up. Asher effortlessly takes out player after player while I struggle to even aim. Suddenly, an enemy appears right in front of me, gun blazing. I yelp, firing wildly.

Strong arms wrap around me from behind. Asher pulls me back against his chest as his hands cover mine on the controller. "Easy," he murmurs in my ear, sending a jolt of desire right down my body. "Like this."

Under his guidance, my character whirls and takes out the threat with deadly precision. I don't pay much attention. All I can focus on is the heat of Asher's body pressed to my back, his breath on my neck. My heart pounds against my ribs.

"Your aim controls are set really slow," he says, voice rumbling through me. "You should get used to a faster speed."

"Uh huh," I mumble. His arm is still around my waist. I'm hyper aware of every place we touch.

"Let me show you."

Asher's fingers brush mine as he adjusts my settings, leaving his character to live or die by luck. Electricity zings up my arm. I bite my lip, trying to ignore the fluttering low in my stomach.

He guides me through the options, adjusting the sensitivity. I nod along like I'm paying attention and not leaning into his embrace. His woodsy scent wraps around me, making my head spin.

"There." He sits back and cold air rushes in to replace his warmth. "Try it now."

I blink at the screen, momentarily lost. Right. The game. I take a shaky breath and unsteadily move my character forward.

Everything feels too fast, out of control. I overcompensate and send my avatar careening into a wall. Asher chuckles. The sound slides down my spine like honey.

"You'll get used to it." His gaze meets mine, blue eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker. Intense. Hunger unfurls inside me; all this flirting and teasing isn't enough. "I'll make a pro out of you yet, little rabbit."

Asher's advice echoes in my head as we dive into the next match. Faster. React quicker. But my fingers fumble over the buttons, the increased sensitivity throwing me off. I jerk the camera around too sharply, missing easy shots.

"Relax," Asher murmurs. The low timbre of his voice sends shivers dancing along my skin. "Don't fight it. Let it flow."

I try. I really do. But between the unfamiliar settings and Asher's proximity, my mind can't focus. His scent wraps around me, all male and woodsy, dizzying in its intensity. Heat radiates off his body, and all I can think about is how his arms were around me a little while before. It's distracting. He's distracting.

I die again, taken out by an enemy I never saw coming. Groaning, I flop back against Asher's couch in defeat. "I'm hopeless."

"Hardly." Amusement laces his tone. The controller disappears from my hands, placed to the side. "Come here."

Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into the vee of Asher's legs until my back is flush against him. I suck in a sharp breath. Every inch of me tingles at the contact, nerve endings alight. He's so solid behind me, all hard muscle and coiled strength. I feel surrounded. Consumed.

Holy shit.

He's actually doing this.

I'm between his legs. I can feel his heat against my back, and something behind me. Yeah. He's feeling it, too.

"Let me show you." His voice is a whisper against my ear and I shiver. I don't want any more of this flirtatious dance. I want our bodies to communicate.

Instead, Asher puts the controller back in my hands, his long fingers guiding me into position. My skin burns beneath his touch, desire throbbing deep inside of me.

I swallow hard. This close, I can feel the steady thump of his heart against my shoulder blades. The flex of his thighs on either side of mine. The brush of his breath on my neck. The evidence of his arousal, pressed oh-so-innocently against my ass.

It's dizzying. Overwhelming.

"Relax," Asher says again, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. Goosebumps erupt down my arms. "I've got you."

And he does. Oh god, he does. His chest is a wall of heat against my back, his arms a steel cage around me. I've never felt so surrounded. So completely enveloped by another person. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Under Asher's guidance, my character comes to life. We clear the map with ruthless efficiency, moving together, acting as one. His fingers direct mine, showing me when to duck, when to shoot. It's a dance, sensual and intimate, our bodies learning each other. And it's exhilarating.

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