Page 42 of Forbidden Hearts
He closes his eyes for a second and then opens them. “Sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. You were asleep, and I just thought you might be cold.”
He releases my wrist and then stands. “I wasn’t.”
“Right. Sorry.”
I rush into the kitchen to grab the food because I don’t want to look like a total idiot. Gah. The last thing I should’ve done was touch him. What the hell was I thinking? I am so stupid.
Exiting the kitchen, I see him standing in the hall between our rooms.
“Thank you for putting the blanket on me. That’s what I meant to say.”
I nod. “Sure.” There’s this thick, uncomfortable energy between us, and I speak to try to eliminate it. “I yelled at someone today because she was being a bitch to Olivia.”
Asher’s face shifts, and his jaw grows tight. “What happened?”
“This lady didn’t know she was deaf, and I got pissed. I don’t know if you’ll hear about it, but people have big mouths and like to gossip. It wasn’t a huge deal. I just wouldn’t let anyone be rude to her.”
He steps closer. “Who was she?”
“I don’t know her,” I admit.
He takes another step. “What did she say?”
Asher is so close I have to tilt my head back to look at him. “She thought her laughter was obnoxious and that Olivia was ignoring her when she tried to get her attention.”
“And what did you do?”
“I told her to shut up.”
He grins. “Good.”
My heart is racing so hard that I can’t focus. I want to kiss him. Oh God, I want to kiss him so much.
Asher’s hand rests on the wall beside my head as he leans in so that there’s practically no room between us.
I force both hands to stay at my sides, both clenching the items there.
“This is bad,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “I shouldn’t . . . want this.”
“Want what?” I breathe the words, not wanting to break the spell.
“You.”
I don’t know where my courage comes from, but that word snaps my control. I drop the food and reach for him as he slides his arms behind my back, pulling me up. My legs wrap around his middle, and Asher pushes me against the wall.
Then his lips are on mine.
My hands hold his face, loving the way the scruff pricks at my skin. He moans into my mouth, and then his tongue slides against mine.
He anchors me with his hips, kissing me deeper as his one hand moves to my breast. “I’ve thought about you, your mouth, your body, these perfect tits and how much I want to lick them.”
My head falls back, breath escaping like a hiss. “I have too.”
“Do you want that, Phoebe? Do you want me to taste your perfect skin?”
No. God, maybe. Yes, yes, yes.
