Page 41 of Penalized Love

I close the bathroom door behind me and put my hands on the vanity. I study my reflection in the mirror, confirming that my cheeks are flushed. Damnit. I hate that Asher still has this effect on me, even after all these years.

Turning on the faucet, I cup my hands under the stream of cold water and splash it on my face. The shock helps clear my head, but it does little to calm anything else. I hear a soft knock on the door as I reach for a towel and pat my skin dry.

“I’ll be out in a second.”

“Take your time. I’m just checking up on you.”

Recognizing the voice, I freeze with the towel still pressed to my face. There’s no way that this could be happening to me. There’s no way that Asher is standing right outside that door.

And he wants to see how I’m doing?

All rational thought flies out the window as I toss the towel over my shoulder and scramble to the door. I unlock it within a second, yank the door open, and pull him inside, not caring that anyone might have witnessed what happened.

Asher stumbles into the bathroom because of my aggressive move. While I usually would have taken the time to dissect how I managed to move this giant hockey player like I did, I don’t. Instead, I shut the door behind him and lock it before I face him.

Is this considered kidnapping? It might be.

“Isla, what are you—” he starts, but I cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips.

“I’m about to do something crazy and don’t want to give it much thought. If you don’t want to kiss me right now, please say so,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I do.

It takes a second for it to click in his head, but then he pushes forward and kisses me. Everything about this is oh so wrong, yet it feels so right. So, instead of worrying about what I’m doing right now, I focus on what I’m feeling.

Everything about this kiss is hot, and Asher is so demanding. I can taste the sweetness of the juice he was drinking on his tongue as it tangles with mine. It’s like no time has passed at all, and we’re right back where we left off. Alarm bells are ringing in my head about this turn of events, but I’m ignoring them all.

Asher’s hands slide under my sweater, and his fingertips touch my lower back. I shiver just before I arch into him, deepening the kiss. Despite being locked away in my bathroom, a distant part of my brain continues to remind me that anyone could come up the stairs and catch us. But I can’t bring myself to care with Asher’s body pressed against mine.

I moan into his mouth, my hips rolling shamelessly against his. It’s like my body has a mind of its own, desperate for anything and everything he is willing to give.

Asher tears his mouth from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as my fingers move from his shoulders to his hair.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he groans against my skin. “I’ve missed you, sunshine.”

His words make me melt even further into him, my body molding to his as if no time has passed. The familiarity of his touch, his scent, the way he feels against me. All of it is intoxicating.

Asher’s actions grow bolder, hands sliding up my ribcage and brushing the underside of my breasts. I gasp, and the words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. “That’s not where I want you.”

“Then where do you want me, baby? You know I love when you tell me what you want.”

I bite my lip for a second, but I’ve already decided. Fuck it. This is what I want, and this is what I need to take the edge off. “I want you to fuck me. With your tongue.”

Asher’s eyes darken because of my words, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. He looks as if he’s just won the jackpot. Without warning, he hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. He spins us around and carries me to the vanity.

He sets me down, and we both fumble to get the button on my jeans undone. I lift my hips to help him slide them off, along with my panties. None of this is romantic, and I don’t care. This is about pure lust, and I want to get him out of my system. The cold counter against my bare ass makes me shiver, but it’s quickly forgotten as Asher drops to his knees before me.

He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thigh, and the feel of his stubble against my skin creates goosebumps. My fingers are in his hair because I want him to be locked in on where I need him.

“Before I begin, you’ll have to be quiet, sunshine. We don’t want Coach to hear what I’m doing to his daughter, right?”

The only thing I can do is nod my head like a bobblehead doll, and he takes that as confirmation that I’m all in. He hooks my legs over his shoulders and puts his hands on my hips just before burying his face between my thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me seeing stars. I swear I lose all control of my body as my head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud. He groans as if this is bringing as much pleasure to him as it is to me. He looks into my eyes as he fucks me with his mouth, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

He stops what he’s doing and says, “Keep quiet or I’m going to stop. Got it?”

I nod and wonder where this side of him came from, but I don’t ask any questions. Instead, when he gets back to licking me again, I grab his hair with one hand while the other flies over my mouth. It’s all I can do to try to keep quiet the moans and screams that are threatening to be unleashed.

All that does is encourage him to double his efforts. His tongue moves faster as he alternates between every motion known to man and then some in order to get me off. His fingers are digging into my hips now as if to keep me steady because he can sense that I’m about to lose it.

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