Page 125 of Forbidden Hearts
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I move lower. “Open your legs for me, beautiful.”
She does, and I slide my tongue against her core. Her taste fills my mouth, and I could drown in her pleasure. Each stroke has her panting louder, her head is tilted toward the ceiling as I work her faster. I want this to be fast. I don’t want to wait to be inside her.
I move my hand to her ass, pulling her forward so she can’t move away from me.
“Oh, God. Oh, Asher. I can’t stop it.”
I flick harder, using my finger to just graze her entrance, and then she’s there. She lets out a soundless scream, hands slapping against the tile as her legs start to tremble. I bring her down slowly, drawing out her orgasm. She sags against the wall, and I stand and wrap my arms around her to keep her upright. Her smile is lazy as she flutters her eyelashes.
“You are really, really good at this.”
I laugh. “So are you. Put your arms around my neck.”
She does, and I scoop her up. We exit the shower, and then I wrap her in a towel before grabbing one for myself. Once we’re dry, I lift her back up and carry her to bed.
We lie next to each other, her hand resting on my heart. “I missed you.”
“I’m right here.”
“Yes, and I am so lucky you are.”
This is the only place I want to be. “And I’m the lucky one, sweetheart. When I’m with you, I’m winning everything.”
“How so?”
“Because you’re my prize, and trust me, there’s nothing else in the world that can compare.”
Her smile is wide as her finger traces my lip. “I think you might be the sweetest, most perfect man I’ve ever met. I never had a chance of resisting you, did I?”
“Like I said, only with you.”
I pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers. She reacts instantly, her hands cup my face, holding me to her as she deepens the kiss. I moan into her mouth, feeling it reverberate in the room.
I want to make her feel good, make her feel loved and cherished.
“Tell me what you want, Phoebe, and I’ll give it to you,” I say before shifting so I’m above her, pressing her to the mattress.
She’s breathtaking lying beneath me. Her fingers slide through my wet hair. “Make love to me, Asher.”
Her legs part, and I align myself with her entrance. “Keep your eyes on me as I take you. I want you to look at me, see how much I love you as I enter your body.”
She moves her hands slowly down my spine as I start to push into her. Her heat surrounds me, and I force myself to do as I requested of her. The pleasure is so much that I want to close my eyes and sink into it, but I keep my gaze locked. I want her to see it all, feel how much I fucking love her.
“Oh, God.” She moans, her fingers tightening against my skin.
“You’re mine, Phoebe. All of you. I want you to give me every part of you.”
“Yes.” She pants, her body trembling as we keep the connection. “I love you.”
When I’m fully inside her, I pause, my heart pounding against my ribs as I drop my forehead to hers. “I knew you’d destroy me. I just didn’t know it would feel so good.”
And then I take my time, making sure she has no doubt that I want all of her.
thirty-three
PHOEBE
“So, what are we going to tell people and when?” I ask as I lie on his chest, his fingertips stroking my spine.
