Page 45 of The Last Time

“Asher,” I hear a familiar voice.

I open my eyes to find Charlotte standing in front of me.

“Is everything alright?” she asks.

The song she was dancing to is still blaring through the speakers inside.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask, avoiding her question because, fuck no, I’m not alright.

“You looked upset then you just stormed off. I thought you might be angry,” she says sounding concerned. “Are you okay?”

Her hand reaches out and grabs mine. I can feel the warmth of her skin on mine. Her touch sets my body on fire.

A simple touch of a hand has never made me burst into flames before, but I’ve never met anybody like Charlotte before.

What kind of person notices someone that’s upset from across the room and leaves in the middle of a dance to go check on that person?

Someone like Charlotte, that’s who.

An image of Paul with his hands all over her flashes in my head.

“I am angry,” I admit. “I’m furious.”

“Why?”

“He thinks he can touch you,” I say as I point inside the barn.

“Who thinks they can touch me?” she asks with confusion.

“Paul!” I shout. “He thinks he can touch what’smine.”

“Yours? You’re saying I’m yours? You haven’t even kissed me yet,” she points out. “You haven’t done anything to show me you want me to be yours.”

That’s easy. I can solve that in an instant. If that’s all that’s holding her back from letting me claim her as mine, challenge accepted,

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. Her sharp intake of breath mixes with mine. Our mouths are a fraction of an inch away from each other while my eyes settle in on her lips.

“If you’re telling me all I need to do is kiss you to make you mine, then you have three seconds to stop me before I do,” I say with conviction.

I hold my breath and wait for her to deny me, but it never comes.

Then she surprises me. “Kiss me,” she whispers. “Make me yours.”

That’s all it takes. My mouth is on hers. I squeeze my arm tighter around her waist to push her against me and grab her cheek with my other hand. I tilt her head to the side so I can take further control of the kiss.

There’s no slow build to the kiss; my tongue is mixing with hers, stoking the raging inferno building between us.

I feel her get on her tiptoes then feel her lips press harder against mine, a needy moan escaping from her mouth. Her hands fist my shirt, pulling me toward her even though we can’t get any closer.

The groan I release in her mouth gets swallowed by her greedy mouth.

She kisses like she sucks my dick, with passion. My hands grab her ass and lift her up, then I turn us around and slam her back against the barn.

She screams into my mouth but doesn’t falter. I’m not sure how long we ravage each other against the barn, but eventually, I slow it down.

When I pull away, our chests are heaving together in heavy unison.

“Wow,” she whispers.

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