Page 28 of Can't Help Growling in Love
“Yeah,” I breathe without hesitation. “Anywhere. Do what feels good.”
“Youfeel good,” he returns, stealing another kiss from me. “Everything about you feels fucking fantastic.”
I laugh, the sound little more than a huff of breath. “Same. Can you take this off?”
I pluck the front of his t-shirt, and Asher’s eyes flare golden. He goes to tug off the t-shirt but hits his hand on the dining table, setting the cutlery clattering on the plates.
“Fuck, this isn’t working. Hold on.”
He hooks his arm under my knees and scoops me up. I clutch his shoulders, gasping, and he grins down at me as he walks over to the couch. He sits with me in his lap, but I turn toward him, straddling his legs.
“Great idea,” I agree. “Now, you were going to…”
He’s already moving, tugging at the back of his collar with one hand. He shucks the white t-shirt in one mouthwatering move and dumps it over the side of the couch. “Better?”
I put my hands on his pecs, his skin warm under my palms, his chest hair coarse and wiry. “Much.”
He’s so solid. He’s built from thick slabs of muscle, yes, but he’s not uncomfortably hard. I can imagine falling asleep on top of him after sex, and suddenly, that’s all I can think of—how amazing it would feel to be well fucked by this man, then cuddling next to him all night.
His nostrils flare, and he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “What are you thinking about?”
I bite my lip, hesitating—but only for a second. Then I take the hem of the hoodie and pull it off, along with the t-shirt underneath.
I glance back up. Asher is staring at my chest, lips parted, eyes fully golden.
“Fuck, June.” His fingers twitch, then he slides his palms up my sides, stopping when his thumbs brush the soft undersides of my tits. “So damn…”
He trails off, as if too mesmerized to speak, and I grin at his awe. He’s fully hard underneath me, the long ridge of his cock nestled between my legs, so I roll my hips experimentally, testing for his reaction. He hisses in a breath, then surges forward to kiss me again. My nipples press to his chest, and I can’t hold back a moan. He resists a moment longer, then cups my tits with both hands and swipes his thumbs over the sensitive tips.
My eyelids flutter shut at the sensation. “Asher.”
“You like that?” he murmurs. “Are you sensitive here?”
“Yeah.” I sink my fingertips into his pecs and move my hips restlessly. “You can pinch or suck them. I like that, it feels—ah!”
Asher dips his head and closes his lips around one nipple, sucking it lightly at first, then harder, just how I’d instruct him to do if I was still coherent—but I’m not, because he’s instinctively good at this. Or maybe he’s just attuned to me, listening to my reactions. He switches to the other breast and licks the tip, then sucks it into his mouth, and the sound that comes from his chest is pure pleasure.
“I want to make you feel good,” he rasps against my skin. “I want to make you come before I embarrass myself and come in my pants.”
I shake my head. “Nothing embarrassing about that. It’s hot, how much you want me.”
He pulls back, his eyebrows drawn together, expression earnest. “I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you.”
The rush at hearing him say this is incredible. The lightness that’s been glowing in my chest expands, pulsing through my veins.
“I like my clit touched lightly at first, then harder.” My cheeks flame at this, but with how Asher’s eyes light up, I know it’s the right thing to do, communicating this plainly. “You can press on it or flick it. I’ll tell you when you hit the spot.”
He reaches into my pants slowly, past the elastic waistband, and I gasp at the feel of his warm fingers on my pussy lips. He stares down at where his hand has disappeared inside my sweatpants, then looks up, meeting my gaze. He watches me closely as he parts me, as he dips his fingertips into my wetness for the first time.
The groan that rips from his throat has me squirming in his lap. “Almost there.”
“You’re so wet.”
His voice is a rumbling growl—but it’s not the one I know from so many of his audiobooks I’ve listened to. That one, though hot, must have been Asher acting out the passion, while this is pure, uncensored lust.
It sends my anticipation ratcheting higher. He brushes his fingertip over my clit at last, and I whimper, already so fucking turned on.
“There,” I breathe. I dig my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold on to. “Right…ohfuckyes.”
