Page 89 of Outside The Wire

But as soon as that devilish grin came out, I knew I was in for one hell of a night.

The doorbell rangtwenty minutes after I got home. I was already in my pajamas and in no mood for company. Not after the night I had. I stomped to the door and looked through the peephole, irritated that my boyfriend was standing outside my door.

Typical Asher, showing up and being such a great boyfriend after the horrible dinner I just sat through with him and my parents. And Noelle. She was worse than any of them with her little jabs thrown in.

I threw the door open, but blocked the entry with my body. “Can I help you?”

“Are you really going to be like that?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying my damndest not to give in to his devastating good looks and witty charm. “Be like what?”

“You know like what,” he growled, stalking forward and crowding my space. I wanted to take a step back, but I held my ground, refusing to give in. Which was a mistake because he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his body. His head tilted down and he buried his nose in my hair. God, I loved it when he did that. “Fuck, I love the way you smell.”

“Asher…you’re not gonna get to me.”

His hand slid under my pajama top and coasted along my spine. Not even his cold hands turned me off. I was like putty in his hands. He had me backed up against the wall before I knew it and the door was slammed shut.

“Fuck, I can’t stay away from you,” he grumbled, tearing my shirt over my head. His lips instantly went to my breast and his mouth latched onto my nipple.

I gasped, unable to think of anything to argue with him about. Everything I was mad about suddenly seemed pointless. I tugged at his coat, pushing it off his arms as he kicked off his boots. And the whole time, his mouth never left my body.

“Asher,” I moaned, yanking his pants down. “Why can’t you be bad at this?”

He gripped my pajama bottoms and tore them down my legs, underwear and all. Then he gripped my ass cheeks and hauled me up against his body. “You make it hard with such a perfect fucking body to make love to.”

Crap, he knew just what to say to get me to give in. My fingers gripped his hair as he carried me down the hall, his mouth never leaving my breast. But we never made it to the bedroom. Hiscock brushed against my core, and that was all it took for him to throw me up against the wall.

I cried out as he buried his thick length deep inside me, stopping only long enough for me to adjust to his size. I could feel him throbbing inside me, aching to release the beast and fuck me hard. I wanted it, needed to feel that animalistic urge that was just below the surface. He had been holding back at the shop. I knew that, but now…Now I knew I was going to get the real Asher, the one who wanted to throw me down on the bed and fuck me hard from every angle.

“Baby…”

“Yeah?”

“Hang on.”

I was about to askto what?when he pulled out of me and thrust back in hard. My whole body trembled from the force and my toes curled as pleasure rushed through me. He didn’t give me time to adjust or a second to think about anything as he pulled out and did it again and again. My fingers dug into his shoulders and my mouth hung open on a wordless cry. It was so good, so blindingly amazing.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” I cried out.

“Not good enough,” he muttered, swiveling his hips and grinding his cock even harder into me. “I want to hear it like you mean it. Tell me. Fucking prove it to me.”

I had no idea how to do that. “Asher…”

“Tell me. I need to hear it.”

“I love you,” I said again, putting more feeling into it.

“Still not enough.”

I didn’t know what he wanted, what he needed to hear. But all that fled from my mind as his thumb pressed against my clit and a rush of electricity shot through my system. I cried out as my body clenched around his in an earth-shattering orgasm. Mylegs tightened painfully around his back and my head dropped to his shoulder as I held on for dear life. Not even the devil himself could pry me from Asher’s grip at the moment.

Minutes passed as I laid limp in his arms, still pinned against the wall. But now Asher was leaning against me, his hand pressed against the wall above my head as he held both of us up. His breathing was ragged in my ear as his heart thumped against mine. That was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and yet, I still couldn’t get past his words.

Prove it to me.

How was I supposed to prove to him that I loved him? Were the words not enough? What more could I say? And if they weren’t enough, how would I be sure that he would ever believe me? My mind was a jumbled mess with these thoughts, and I wasn’t sure I would ever truly understand what he meant by what he said.

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