Page 93 of Wish You Were Mine

I swallowed, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

“I’m gonna…” He tried again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

My lips curved as I sucked him harder, using my hands to massage the base of his cock. He shuddered and spilled into my mouth, his dark gaze still locked on mine. I swallowed every drop and, when he was soft, licked him clean.

I straightened, and he grabbed me and hauled me up his body. He kissed me, even though I must have tasted like him. Instead of being repulsed, as one of my exes had been, he groaned and deepened the kiss. I kissed him back, lax against him.

“You liked that?” I asked.

“Liked it?” His eyebrows shot up his forehead. “I fucking loved it.”

“Good.” I smiled, satisfied on every level. Well, except the physical one. But even that didn’t feel urgent. My arousal was more of a pleasant undercurrent than a raging need.

“But—”

“But what?” I stiffened, suddenly worried I’d done something wrong.

He smirked and kissed my cheek. “Nothing bad, baby. Just that you had all the fun, and now it’s my turn.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by that until he lifted me and deposited me onto the sofa while he dropped to his knees in front of me.

He rested his hands on my thighs, and I wished more than anything that I wasn’t wearing pants. “Before I get carried away, I need to say something.”

His hands ran up my legs, distracting me from his words. I shook my head, trying to focus.

“What?” I asked.

He grinned, and there was something predatory about it. “You’re amazing, inside and out. I want you to make me a promise.”

I cocked my head. “What?”

I’d promise him almost anything. Almost.

Danger gleamed in his eyes. “From now on, your talented mouth is mine, and so is the rest of you.”

My core turned molten. “Yes. Yours.” That was one promise I was happy to make. After all, I’d always been his. “But you’re mine too.”

“Only yours,” he confirmed.

Just like I’d always wished.

My heart felt so full it might burst, but before I could get too sappy, Asher undid my button. I raised my hips so he could yank my pants off, leaving me bare except for a pair of lacy pink underwear.

“You are so sexy,” he breathed, never taking his eyes off me.

I squirmed, feeling myself blush. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice. He rubbed his thumb along the fabric at the bottom of my panties, teasing me with his barely there touch. He continued the gentle torture until I pushed myself against him more firmly. Then he narrowed his eyes and stopped.

“Come on, Ash. Don’t—”

His hot mouth covered my sex, and I cried out, my hips jerking, seeking more pressure. He hummed in the back of his throat, and the vibrations rocketed through my core, making my flesh quiver.

I shoved my panties down and he immediately dipped his tongue into my heat and licked me like an ice cream. His eyelashes fluttered as he gazed up at me from beneath them, and his lips quirked as he licked me again, this time brushing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Ungh.” My head flopped back against the sofa. Any capacity for rational thought fled. All I could do was cling to the cushion as he brought me to the edge with his clever tongue and fingers, spearing inside me, stroking my channel, murmuring encouragement against my damp skin.

His jeans were still half down, and from my angle, I could just see his cock, hard once again and bobbing with each movement.

“Up here,” I pleaded.

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