Page 79 of Asher

Then I asked, “Think you can ask everyone to leave for a little while?”

He didn’t hesitate, “Trigger?”

How Trigger heard him over the music, I didn’t know, but I was grateful for it.

His eyes never once left mine, he said, “Get the fuck out.”

Trigger chuckled, then once everyone was out of the clubhouse, the moment, the very moment the last person left and the door closed, it happened.

His lips met mine, and then I lost all train of thought.

His lips felt so soft against my own.

I didn’t think about if I was doing this right.

I didn’t think about anything other than the feel of him.

His hands moved to the tops of my thighs, rubbing slowly while his tongue teased at my lips.

The moment I opened my mouth and gave him entry into a place no other has ever been, I couldn’t tell you where he began and I ended.

It was just that magnificent.

He pulled his lips away from mine, his hands skimming up and down my thighs, and then he whispered, “Fucking finally.”

I grinned, then leaned in and kissed him.

And that kiss... well... I can tell you that if we had been an official couple, I would have broken theGuinness Book of World Recordsfor how fast I took my clothes off.

His lips pulled from mine, and then he whispered, “Just so we’re on the same fucking page here. We’re taking this at your pace.”

I grinned, “As long as you’re mine, I don’t care about anything else.”

He winked, “Been yours since you were seventeen, Doll Baby. You just never noticed.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door.

Asher’s eyes glinted, then he called out, “Yeah?”

“Is it safe to come back in?” Trigger asked.

I giggled.

But Asher just watched me.

I lifted a brow at him, “What?”

He chuckled, “Waiting on you to tell me what you want to do. This is your world. I’m just living in it.”

For the umpteenth time that night, I forgot how to breathe.

And when he saw that, he chuckled, then dragged his right hand up my side, the column of my neck to settle in my hair.

He tugged it gently, then said, “We can let them back in. Or we can tell them to fuck off. Doesn’t make a fucking difference to me. As long as you don’t leave your spot on my lap.”

I lifted a brow again, then asked, “And what if I have to pee?”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll be carrying you to the bathroom, letting you do your business, then your back in my arms where you fucking belong.”

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