Page 45 of Where the Stars Heal

“Tell me you feel this,” he says against my lips, his fingers digging into my hips.

He pulls back a fraction, and the loss of his warmth, his overpowering lips and taste causes me to whimper. I go to pull him back in when one of his hands travels up the nape of my neck, gripping my hair in a possessive way.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart, and I’ll make it feel so good for you.” He tugs on my hair.

My gaze locks with his, and the passion in his eyes, the want and pure need for me sends a rush of heat through me. “I want you, Asher. Please, I need you, too.”

He groans. “Baby, you never have to beg for me.” And then his lips take mine again.

The world around us ceases to exist, the clean lemon scent mixed in with the rubber mats that line the bar floor and the bitter edge of spilled alcohol evaporate until all that lingers is him, the masculine earthy scent I’m beginning tocrave. I need more. My hands find their way through his curls, and I tug lightly, biting down on his lip ring. He reacts the same way he did back in my room. I knew he liked that. His thigh parts my legs, pressing against my heated core, but it’s still not enough.

“Asher,” I moan into his mouth, “make it feel good.”

Our tongues fight for control as his hand travels to the waistband of my bike shorts.

“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” He pulls back, eyes searching mine.

He’s giving me a second to back out, to retreat, and if that doesn’t make me want him more.

“Why don’t you find out?” I smirk.

Leaning in, Asher’s teeth graze along my jaw, nipping at my ear as he growls, “Be a good girl for me.”

Panting. I’m fucking panting. What is happening to me? He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I feel like I’m going to combust. Never in my life, in all my random hookups, has it ever felt like this. My hands drift over his shoulders, tracing the curve of his biceps before my nails find their hold on his forearms. His heated gaze meets mine as his thumbs slip into the waistband, and slowly, so very slowly, he drags my shorts and panties down my thighs.

“Lean back,” he commands as he drops to his knees.

My legs tremble with anticipation, and the fire in his eyes blazes as he takes a good look at me. I feel exposed, splayed out bare for him, but the nerves, the anxiety I’m bracing myself for as he lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders doesn’t come. Instead, a surprising calm settles over me as I realize Asher Hayes is on his knees for me.

His finger moves over my clit and down my slit. “Fuck,sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He drags his fingers back up, and a whimper falls from me as my head tips back.

“Is this all for me?” His teeth nip at the inside of my thigh, and I arch into him, seeking more, needing more.

“Halle?” My name falls from his mouth in a question, and as I gaze down at him, I find him waiting.

“Ye-yes,” I stutter out.

“That’s my girl.”

Before I can even latch on to those words, he’s on me, and a moan so deep inside of me falls from my parted lips. He’s relentless, working me and bringing me to the edge with his tongue. My pulse quickens as my orgasm builds and builds.

“Tastes so good, baby.”

Oh my god.

My hands tangle in his curls as I look at him. He’s about to shatter my world, and there’ll be no going back from this. He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath or think. His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in place as he bites down on my clit and sucks.

My body shakes, and the world around me goes dark as an intense wave of pure bliss crashes through me. But he doesn’t let up, he hums in approval at the sounds that leave my mouth.

“Your pussy just became my favorite meal of the day,” he murmurs against me.

His words bring another wave of heat rushing through me, and I begin to squirm. The sensitivity is too much, it’s all too much. With one last chaste kiss, he places my legs down and stands. His swollen lips pull into a cocky smirk as he stares at me, running a hand through his messy curls.

The world comes back into focus around me, the sounds of his heavy breathing mixed with mine fill the spacebetween us, and the familiar red and gold hues of the bar seep into my vision once again. I suddenly realize what we just did, what he just did to me in my brother’s bar, where I’m supposed to work, and where anyone could have walked in on us.Oh god…

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, grabbing my shorts and helping me back into them.

Biting my lip, I nod and glance down at where he’s straining against his jeans.

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