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“You weren’t upset that I was a virgin?”

“Yes….” I shake my head. “I mean no.” My entire body tenses as the sensation of her surrounding me sends a wave of molten heat through my veins. “I should have been slower. Less frantic. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She licks her lips. “Were you upset at seeing my leg? My scars?”

“No. I didn’t even notice them last night.” I rub my palm up and down my face. “Your scars don’t bother me. They’re part of you.” One corner of my mouth arches upward. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Tears pool in her eyes. “No one has ever said that before.”

My hands are cupping her face before I realize what I’m doing. “I’m both sorry and glad to hear that. I’m sorry you’ve felt less than beautiful or broken, but….” My heart thuds in my chest when she doesn’t push me away. “But I’m glad I was privileged to be the only one to touch you.”

Her hands land on my chest, scraping upward and latching around my neck. “I thought you got sick after seeing my scars and taking my virginity.”

“No.” Shock and horror settle in my gut. “I’m sorry.” I thread my fingers into her hair and lift her face to mine. “I was an ass last night, but I couldn’t control–”

“Don’t.” She shakes her head. “If anyone understands panic, I do. You don’t have to apologize.” She gives me a sheepish look. “It’s not like you can control it when it happens. At least not completely. I’m sorry I left. You needed me, and I walked out. Pouting because I thought you were repulsed by me.”

“Babe.” I drop my hand to her waist and pull her to me. “The last thing I’ll ever be is repulsed by you.” Her eyes widen as my dick presses into her soft belly. The low moan that emits from her lips makes my entire body twitch. “Not when the sight of you leaves me swollen and aching. Surely, you feel my response to you.”

“Yes.” Her eyes shine with desire.

I drop my mouth to hers and swipe my tongue between her parted lips. My intention is to take things slow and soft, but her arms turn to steel bands around my head as she arches into me and slashes her tongue along mine. Jesus. I groan. But all that does is give her better access and it’s too late. My control snaps.

Chapter Twelve

Piper

My heart hammers in my head as Asher’s tongue flicks against me. The slight brush isn’t enough. I grip around his neck tighter and elevate onto my tiptoes, urging him deeper, faster, harder. I don’t know what I’m urging him to do, but it needs to be done.

He groans and grips my ass, pressing his hard cock into my lower abdomen. The sensation causes my stomach to flip, and my sex goes slick with desire. Yesterday left me frustrated and sad. Guilt eats at me. I ran off in a snit when he was dealing with panic.

What would’ve happened if he had done the same thing to me? How long would I have sat out in the rain with lightning flashing around me? I should have realized what was happening. I should have noticed his stiffness. The shallow breathing. The fear in his eyes when he’d gotten up. When did I get so caught up in myself that I couldn’t notice someone else was struggling? It’s not flattering that I’ve managed to make myself the victim. The only possible victim.

Asher’s lips leave mine and trail along my jaw, kissing my skin and causing heat to boil inside me. “You’re not paying attention.” His voice is rough as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.

I whimper and clench my thighs together. “Yes, I am.”

He chuckles. “No, you’re not. You’re fretting.” He clasps his lips over the pulse point on my neck. Jesus. My nipples strain against my swimsuit top, taut and aching as the material scrapes against the sensitive tips. “I need you to focus on me and how I make you feel.”

“Yes.” I lick my lips as his thigh wedges between my legs, spreading me wider. The pressure at my apex feels so good. I grind against his thick thigh, and my insides clench.

“That’s it, baby. Forget everything but me.” His breath is hot against my neck, sending a chill along my spine. “My lips on you. My thigh grinding against your sweet pussy. My hands on your ass.”

My breath comes out in pants as his words amp up my desire. He sucks my sensitive skin between his lips. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

His laugh is rough, sending a rumble straight to my swollen sex.

“You’re perfect.” He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. The intensity there should scare me, but it doesn’t. “Where’s your room?”

“Closest door.” I tip my head toward the room I’ve stayed in for the last few days.

He arches an eyebrow. “Would you mind if I do a better job of pleasing you today than I did yesterday?”

“No.” I blink, and his eyelids lower. “No. I mean, no, I don’t mind, and yes, I’d like to….” I smile as the light returns to his eyes. “Finish what we started.”

When his nostrils flare, I step back and run my palms along his chest, dropping down until I touch his abdomen. Today is the first time I’ve seen him in swim trunks. They look good on him. He inhales, causing his stomach to press inward. “I feel like you were in the worst situation. At least you pleasured me before I ran off.”

“Don’t.”

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