Page 116 of Wish You Were Mine

He slid his hand inside my panties and cupped me, putting delicious pressure on my clit. His fingers slipped into my heat, and he teased me and toyed with me.

By the time he pushed one finger inside me, I’d almost forgotten what I was supposed to be doing to him, too distracted chasing my own pleasure.

He smiled against my lips and circled my clit with his fingertip. A shudder rippled through me. I was too close to the edge.

“Condom,” I gasped.

He raised his head, his eyes pitch black, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah. Where?”

“Um.” I squeezed my eyes shut and thought. “There might be some in the dresser.”

He got off me and made a beeline for it.

“Bottom drawer,” I said.

He knelt and sifted through my neatly folded clothes. He made a sound of victory as he extracted a box, and he checked the expiration date on the back before pulling one out.

“I’m relieved you have these,” he said, walking back toward me, his erection jutting out proudly. “But I don’t want to know when you last used them.”

I smirked, pleased by the hint of jealousy in his voice. I wasn’t about to admit that it had been a good long while since I’d needed condoms. I was lucky they were still valid.

He stopped at the foot of the bed to roll the condom on. His hot gaze seared my skin as he studied every inch of me. Based on the way his nostrils flared, he liked what he saw.

I did too.

Asher wasn’t just good-looking. He possessed an intensity that made him unlike anyone else I’d ever been with. He touched me as though he might never get another chance, and he looked at me with the same kind of astonishment that I experienced every time I remembered I was allowed to kiss him.

“Part your legs, baby.”

Heat shot to my core, and I slowly parted my thighs, letting him gaze at me openly. A sense of power thrummed through me. I was in a vulnerable position. Exposed to him. But his hands twitched at his sides, forming fists for the barest second, and a rumble of approval tore from his chest.

I had him exactly where I wanted him.

He knelt over me and peppered kisses up my torso, over my chest, pausing to flick my nipple with his tongue and then brush his lips against mine. His cock nudged against my entrance, and he reached down with one hand to position it properly.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes from his.

I caught my breath as he pushed inside me, bit by bit, stretching me. He moved forward inexorably, never stopping, until he was seated deep inside me.

“You feel me?” he asked, pulsing hot and hard within my channel.

I wet my lips. “I do.”

“Good.” His lips curled with satisfaction. “You’re mine now.”

I bucked my hips, his mere words causing me to clench around him. For so long, I’d wanted him to claim me, and now he was. Tears prickled in my eyes, but I blinked them back.

“I am. And you’re mine.” My tone was firm. It didn’t allow for a denial. “So show me.”

He bared his teeth. “With pleasure.”

He withdrew, and thrust back into me, filling me completely. I arched into him and cried out.

“That’s it, baby.” He rolled his hips, creating an exquisite slide between our bodies that had me seeing stars. “Say my name.”

“Ash!”

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