Page 43 of Forbidden Hearts
I nod.
He chuckles, his tongue running down my neck where his nose traced the other day. “I want to hear you tell me. I want the words, beautiful, sinful girl.”
“Yes. Kiss me.”
Asher’s mouth finds mine again, and I sink into the delicious heat of it. I want him so much, and even though I know how wrong this is, I just can’t stop it.
His hand finds the bottom of my sweatshirt, pushing up along my bare skin until his palm cups my breast, and he groans.
I removed my bra when I was taking my test. Now I’m grateful because he has unfettered access.
“You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Definitely not.”
“That’s what you’re doing, walking around here in those shorts and no bra, looking far too fucking perfect. You’re sin, Phoebe, and I am going to hell.”
“Take me with you.”
That earns me a grin, and then his mouth is on my breast. He runs his tongue around my nipple, sucking and flicking it quickly. I grip his hair, holding him there. Never have I felt this good. I whimper as he pulls back and blows cool air on my taut nipple before taking it deeper into his mouth.
“Asher,” I say, feeling so much.
The heat of desire, the fear of regret, the need for more of this—of him.
All of it wars within me, knowing we shouldn’t do this and not caring enough to stop.
And then, like cold water on a burning fire, a noise stops us both—Olivia’s bedside alarm blares.
He drops me, my feet slamming to the ground, and he pulls back, staring at me like he can’t believe I’m here and wishes I weren’t.
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ASHER
Fuck.
Fuck, I wasn’t thinking.
I never should’ve touched her. I fucking swore I wouldn’t, but then she told me about the salon and how she stood up for Olivia, and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone that much.
So, I did.
Now my throat is tight, and I’m struggling to gain control of the situation.
And . . . I’m a fucking piece of shit.
“I’ll go,” I say.
Phoebe’s hand is covering her mouth, and she looks at me, her gaze watery.
“No, I should go to her.” Phoebe tries to walk away, but I step in front of her.
“I will go to Olivia, please go to your room and lock the fucking door.”
“But?”
I stare at her, wanting more even when every part of me knows I shouldn’t. “Lock it.”
