Page 128 of Wish You Were Mine

I grinned. “I do.”

I’d taken to carrying one in my purse after we’d decided we were officially together.

A smile spread across his face. “You’re smart.”

“I like to think so.”

I kissed him, slow and deep. His big hand curved around the side of my face, and my insides fluttered excitedly. Even now, I wasn’t over the novelty of having Asher Heaton touch me.

Wriggling my hips, I erased any space between us, and pressed myself against his thigh, rocking gently as lust sizzled through me. Asher reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I slid it down my arms and he tossed it aside. I lifted myself up on my elbow just to double check the bra hadn’t landed in the fireplace.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, dropping kisses on my lips and cheeks.

I encircled his erection with my hand. It was hot, hard, and looked good enough to eat. I scooted down his body and sucked him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Summer.” His hands threaded through my hair, but he didn’t pull.

I teased his head with my tongue, then took him as deep as I could. He groaned as I swallowed around him. My jaw ached, but I licked along the underside of his cock as I drew back, and then sucked him down again, my cheeks hollowing. His grip tightened in my hair.

“No more, baby,” he said. “Not unless you want me to come.”

I smiled around him, satisfaction surging within me. I did want that, but I also wanted the release his dark tone promised. I slid back up until I was face to face with him. To my surprise, he gripped the back of my neck and plundered my mouth, twining his tongue with mine.

“I love tasting myself on you,” he rasped.

A full-body shiver rolled through me. “I didn’t know you were so possessive.”

His eyes were almost black as he held my gaze. “Neither did I until you.”

His arms wrapped around me, and he ground his cock against my clit. I rocked against him, and he groaned. He sucked one of his fingers into his mouth, his black gaze holding mine, and then he slipped his hand between us and used his finger to toy with me. He teased my clit, stroked down my center, and circled my entrance.

I pressed against his hand, and he cupped my sex and kissed me. I melted into the embrace, almost forgetting about his hand until he pushed his finger inside me and crooked it. My head fell back, and I gasped. His cock throbbed against my hip.

“Want you,” I said.

“Not yet.”

Another finger joined the first one, stretching me. He licked into my mouth, his eyes burning as he brought me to the edge with his touch.

He slid a third finger inside, and then withdrew them all, leaving me empty.

“Ash,” I protested.

“I’ve got you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Faster.”

He chuckled. My eyes narrowed further. If he could laugh, then he wasn’t nearly gone enough.

He rolled the condom on, but as soon as he tried to crawl over me, I shuffled out from under him and pushed him down until he was on his back. I positioned his erection beneath me and lowered myself onto it, squeezing my eyes shut as he filled me.

“Oh, god.” It was somehow too much and not enough at the same time.

I waited for my channel to adjust to the intrusion, and then rolled my hips. Asher grabbed me by the waist and held on. I lay over him, staying low enough not to bump my head, and rode him with sensual motions that created exquisite friction against my clit.

He pulsed inside me, and I beamed down at him, a burst of confidence arising from the desire plainly written across his face. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven, as he thrust up into me. I continued to move sinuously, tightening the delicious thread of pleasure until I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him as I fell apart.

Asher waited until the last spasm and then rolled me beneath him and pushed into me over and over again, his movements jerky. With a hoarse shout, he stiffened inside me and came.

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