Page 92 of Ruthless Heir

“What else do you think about me?”

He bites the inside of his lip and keeps his gaze trained on me. “I’m… not so sure I should answer that question, Harper.”

“Because you’ll hurt me?” My lungs squeeze. Given that I know he thinks I’m trouble maybe I shouldn’t have asked him anything.

“No, I’d never intentionally hurt you.”

I’m relieved to hear that but my interest piques. “Then tell me. What else do you think about me?”

He looks at me for a moment then reaches out to take a lock of my hair. “I’d have to show you. And I definitely shouldn’t do that.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” God my nerves are on fire.

“Because…” He touches my cheek and leans in a little closer, wrapping me in that scent of power again. “I’m a few drinks away from not being able to control myself. I don’t want to do anything that I can’t explain when the sun comes up.”

His words are like bait thrashing around in front of my face, screaming at me to take the hook and not let go.

So I do. I take the hook, grab the scotch and pour him another drink.

“Show me,” I mutter.

That dark desire settles in his eyes once more and his hand drops from my cheek.

His gaze flicks down to the glass in my hand and he stares at it for a few seconds. Then he takes it from me and nerves scatter all over my body, making my legs turn to fiery liquid.

The moment he puts his lips to the glass, tips his head back and drinks it feels like we’ve both crossed another line. And we’re on the same page now.

Asher closes his eyes for a heartbeat and when he opens them again I see hunger. Raw and carnal. The kind you’d see on a wild animal starved for weeks.

“Fuck it,” he rasps under his breath then leans in to capture my lips for a searing hot kiss that burns through my mind.

He tastes like sin, forbidden passion and dangerous desire rolled into one. My brain barely gets the time to process that his lips are actually on mine before Asher deepens the kiss, making it clear that this kiss is not like any of the others we shared at the Astoria. The kisses that were supposed to be fake.

There is no mistake in whether or notthiskiss is real.

And my God does it feel exhilarating. This is the kind of kiss that rivals all kisses, leaves you breathless and wanting more.

Shivers of fire race down my spine and I relish the feel of his tongue touching mine.

His electrifying touch ignites everything inside me and I’m consumed by the heat, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing.

He pushes his solid body into me, pressing his hard cock into my belly.

At the feel of how thick and big he is my pussy aches with the need for him to be inside me. Every nerve under my skin comes alive and I can’t stop my body responding.

The kiss turns hungry with our tongues tasting each other as if we can’t get enough. I moan into his mouth and he takes the moment to pull out of the kiss and press his lips to my ear.

“I have to stop, Harper,” he groans, his hot breath burning my skin.

“Don’t.” I’ve never sounded more desperate in my life.

“Fuck.” The scruff of his beard brushes my cheek as he turns his head. “If I keep going I’ll want to taste you everywhere.”

“What if… I want you to taste meeverywhere?” I’m breathing so hard I can barely get the words out but there’s no way in hell I’m giving up now. Not in a million years. I feel like I just strayed into a dream and someone handed me everything I ever wanted.

Asher doesn’t waste another moment. He returns to my lips and kisses me like he’s starving for me.

He goes back to my neck and shoves me against the wall so he can kiss his way down my chest, pausing briefly to taste my skin.

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