Page 84 of Fractured Fear

No, Horny Spencer! He said the kiss meantnothing. We’re above the urges of our hormones.

As if he can read my thoughts, Asher crowds me until I’m backed against the high countertop. He brings his hand to my face and tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear. His hand then trails down the curve of my neck causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. An involuntary shiver makes my shoulders shake imperceptibly. He notices and smirks then takes his motions a step further.

His hand doesn’t deter from its path and sweeps across my chest, brushing the outer swell of my breast. Having chosen a simple bralette over an underwire torture device earlier, I can feel his touch even though it’s light. My core pulses and I subtly rub my thighs together. Again he sees. He always sees. It’s annoying yet exhilarating.

He leans down and brings his mouth to my ear. “What are you doing to me, Princess?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me.”

“And what’s that?”

“Driving me crazy.”

At my confession, he licks the shell of my ear then takes it into his mouth and drags his teeth over it. The thrill of it sends a jolt to my clit. This time I allow the moan to escape from my mouth.

His hands grip my waist and place me on the bar stool. I eagerly open my thighs and allow him to step between them. Even though I’m elevated, he’s still taller than me. Wasting no time, he grabs my face and attacks my mouth with an urgent need. A need I’m feeling as I pour my intense desire into the kiss.

When his hands drop down to my breasts and give them a squeeze, I arch into his hands but pull back.

“Asher, wait.”

He goes unnaturally still and slowly places enough space between us that his scent no longer clouds all logical thought.

I wait for his eyes to connect with mine before I ask, “Was it really nothing?”

He locks his jaw tight and I can see the muscles in his neck work as he struggles with his answer. I hold my breath and wait, but whatever he has to say he refuses to voice.

“No bullshit, right?” I ask with lifeless humor.

He gives me a slight nod. “No bullshit.”

“So?” I ask hopefully. Getting an answer from this man is like pulling teeth. I don’t know where this patience is coming from, but I’m going to need more of it to get through this fucking conversation.

“It wasn’t nothing,” he answers and I finally release my breath. “But it can’t happen again. It’s complicated.”

Fury like I’ve never felt before clouds my vision.Hekissedme. Both times! I’m sure he can feel the undiluted rage radiating from me because he takes the smallest step back.

“Is it my job to keep your hands off me?”

Confused, he answers, “Of course not.”

“Then control yourself and keep your hands away from me. I’m not doing this hot and cold mood swing shit with you anymore. Think with more than just your tiny dick!” I shove him aside, knowing I moved him because he let me. There’s no way I could move that boulder on my own.

As I stomp to my room, I leave Asher behind dumbfounded and, hopefully, feeling a little guilty.

Screw him.

I know I shouldn’t have lashed out. Maybe we could have had an adult conversation, but that man maddens me more than anyone I have ever encountered.

Slamming my door shut, I go straight to the shower to wash away Asher’s touch and the conflicting feelings stirring inside.

CHAPTER 35

SPENCER

After I’ve scrubbed my skin raw and done some self care, notthatkind, I exit my steam-filled bathroom wrapped in a soft towel. Feeling refreshed and relaxed, I’m ready to dive into bed and forget the Viking incubus who draws pleasure from my body like he was made to do it.

A squeak escapes my lips when I find that I’m not alone in my room. “Zane! How did you get in here?”

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