Page 92 of Wish You Were Mine

I closed my eyes, heat rising in my cheeks. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I have you, I’m afraid I’ll do the wrong thing and lose you.”

He stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed again, bit by bit, in a way that had to be deliberate.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” His lips moved against my temple with each word he spoke. His breath ghosted over my skin, somehow warming me and cooling me at the same time. “I wish I could go back and warn myself not to tell you that I’d never want you. I wish I could take that back, but I can’t, and I’m afraid it will always be between us.”

I burrowed closer to him. “I understand why you rejected me. I was young. You did the right thing. But I guess, even though I know that, subconsciously I still feel vulnerable.”

He kissed my forehead. “We can take this as slow as you need in order to believe that it’s real. I will never push you for anything.”

“Thank you.” I turned my face inward, toward the side of his neck. “But maybe I want you to push a little.”

“Yeah?” He sounded amused. Not enough to annoy me, but enough to let me know that he wanted to humor me, whatever it took. “For what?”

I drew back far enough that I could look into his eyes. I moistened my lips, my heart in my throat. I’d always prided myself on being brave enough to face difficult situations…except when it came to Asher Heaton.

Now, I had to be courageous, or I’d never get what I wanted.

I was strong. I could do this.

“I want to kiss and let it lead us wherever it leads us, without feeling guilty or paranoid about how everything could go wrong,” I confessed.

His pupils dilated, turning his dark eyes almost black. “Then kiss me.”

He didn’t move toward me or take control. He let me make the first move. I both loved and hated that. I loved that he was letting me lead, but I hated how raw it made me feel to be completely real with him.

I brushed my lips against his. First softly, then more firmly. He returned the pressure, angling his head to get better access to my mouth. He tasted like beer and man. I breathed him in, the scent of the forest with a hint of antiseptic leftover from his shift at work.

I’d dreamed of being this close to him for years. Sometimes, when I’d been with other partners, his face had popped into my mind unbidden—and unwelcome. But finally, I could indulge without guilt or recrimination.

I climbed over him, straddling his lap, and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. Heat pulsed between my legs, and I rocked against him, chasing the sensation. Inside his jeans, his cock was hard as steel, and he groaned as I rubbed along the length of him.

Our mouths stayed connected the whole time, but we weren’t kissing, exactly. More like exchanging gasps and panted breaths.

It wasn’t enough.

I wanted more of him. I needed to taste him.

I scrambled off him, pulled his knees apart and knelt between them. I reached for the zipper of his jeans, but paused, meeting his eyes, a question in mine.

“Do it,” he hissed.

As I drew down his zipper, he grabbed his jeans by the waistband and yanked them down. Not all the way, but enough to reveal his tented boxer briefs, the hard outline of his cock showing through the soft fabric. I cupped my hand over the wet spot at its head and caressed him, then gripped the sides and eased the briefs down.

“Summer,” he breathed, his hands burying themselves in my hair. “Fuck. Summer.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. The head was an angry shade of red, the shaft longer than any I’d seen outside of porn, and thick enough to stretch my mouth. I gripped him by the base and kitten-licked the slit. His hands fisted, tugging on my hair but not painfully. Just so that I knew he was there.

“You don’t have to—” He broke off when I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.

The skin was silky and salty, with a musk that was entirely masculine and not at all unpleasant. I shifted my face forward, taking him deeper. Tears prickled my eyes, and I exhaled slowly, forcing my throat to relax.

“You’re incredible.” Asher moaned, releasing my hair and stroking the back of my head, his fingers twitching each time I sucked.

I worked him with my lips, tongue, and throat, unable to drag my eyes from his as I brought him pleasure. I’d feared I’d never see him like this, with his jaw slack, his eyes dark, and his breath ragged. Now that I had him here, I never wanted it to end.

Based on the way he strained not to thrust into my mouth, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain control of himself, he didn’t want it to end either.

“Summer, I…”

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