Page 68 of Obsession on Repeat
He pulled back to breathe, forehead resting against mine. "I don’t care who else wants me. I’m yours."
I cupped his jaw, eyes locked on his. "Then show me."
His hands were suddenly everywhere, desperate as he struggled to get as close as he could to me. Mine weren’t much better, sliding beneath his shirt, dragging it up,feeling every inch of skin. He hissed when my nails grazed his ribs, and I kissed him again. His mouth moved down my neck, and my head hit the wall behind me with a soft thud. The beat of the club throbbed outside. I didn’t care. In this corner of shadows, we were the only thing that existed. I rocked against him, my breath stuttering as his hand slipped between us, bold and sure.
"Say it again," he whispered, voice wrecked.
"What?"
"That I’m yours."
"You’re mine." I dragged my fingers through his hair, tugging hard enough to make him curse under his breath. "You’ve always been mine."
He groaned against my neck. His hand gripped my thigh, lifting me to grind us together again, the friction setting my nerves on fire.
"Well, shit."
We froze.
"I’m gone. I saw nothing. You two carry on." Gina’s voice was a mix of horror, sarcasm, and barely concealed glee as she spun on her heel and disappeared back around the corner.
I dropped my forehead against his chest with a groan, heat rushing to my cheeks. I peeked up at him. His eyes were closed, jaw tight, breathing shallow. "We should… probably not finish this in a hallway."
His eyes opened slowly, gaze locking with mine. "You're implying that it's a bad thing."
"We’d get banned from the building."
"It’d be worth it."
We didn’t move right away, the bass of the club thumping a few yards away, and a quiet, intimate burn lingering in the space between us.
Finally, I eased away. "Later."
"Count on it."
I stirred beneath the sheet, limbs tangled with his, my head tucked under his chin. For the first time in years, I wasn’t rushing anywhere. Asher’s hand traced lazy circles across my bare back, slow and distracted. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek, calm and steady.
"You’re awake."
"Didn’t want to move." His voice was rough, sleep-worn.
I tilted my head to look up at him, and he was already watching me with that look, one that saw too much, yet somehow made me feel safe instead of exposed. I sat up,the sheet pooling at my waist as I stretched. "I should check my phone."
He reached over and handed it to me. "Whatever it is, it can wait."
I unlocked the screen, scrolling lazily. I stopped the second I spotted a now familiar name.
Spotted: Asher Lark cozying up to ex Elle Holloway at Euphoria.
Underneath it was a photo of her laughing with her hand on his chest. He was smiling back.
"What is it?"
I turned the phone around. "This."
He took it, eyes narrowing. "Unbelievable."
"Of course she’d leak this," I said, grabbing the phone back. "She knew exactly what she was doing last night."
