Page 84 of Forbidden Hearts
Her hips move, and I hold on to her, letting her control the movements. She tightens around me even more, and God, it feels so damn good.
“Yes, it does,” she says, and I realize I said it aloud.
“I’m close, Phoebe.” Her hands fall to my chest as she breathes harder. She’s close too. I slip my hand between us and start to rub her clit.
“Oh, oh God, Asher. I can’t.”
“I’m not going to be able to hold back, sweetheart,” I warn.
This is too good. Too fucking much.
She moans, and I increase the pressure.
Come on, Phoebe. I need you to come.
Her nails score my chest, and I feel her come apart. I hold on, wanting to savor this one, to feel every pulse of her around me.
When she falls to my chest, I push my hips up, and the sound that comes from me is almost angry.
We fight to catch our breath, and it’s a handful of seconds later that I realize what we’ve just done.
The wet feeling drips down my leg and panic sets in. “Phoebe,” I say, angry that I didn’t think. How the fuck did I not think about it?
I am always careful.
I have a nine-year-old reason to be extremely careful.
She lifts her head. “Hmm?”
“I . . . forgot. Damn it!”
Dawning seems to hit her, and she moves quickly. “Towel?”
“Bathroom.”
She rushes in there, tosses a towel at me, and then grabs my zip-up, closing it around her.
“I’m sorry.” Phoebe walks over, her face ashen.
“You’re sorry? For what?”
“I didn’t think. I justwanted—”
No way am I going to let her shoulder this. I know better. “This is on me. Look, whatever happens . . .”
“Asher, chill.” Phoebe takes two steps to me. “I’m on the pill. I take it every night before I go to bed. I never miss. We’re fine. It was one time, and I just had my . . . you know, like six . . . days ago. We’re fine.”
I let out a deep breath and nod. “Well, if it isn’t fine, just know that I would never hang you out to dry.”
She smiles and then wraps her arms around my middle. “I know that. Look at how you are with Olivia. You’re a wonderful father and co-parent. Truly, we have nothing to worry about. I know that feels like famous last words and all that, but . . .”
I laugh and kiss her nose. “It does, but from now on, we leave nothing to chance.”
“Deal. No more insane lusting after you and impaling myself on your dick.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I say with a laugh, grateful for the levity, even though I still have a pit in my stomach.
“Do I go back to my room, or do we . . .” She looks at the bed.
