Page 26 of Sweet Doe
"Say it again," he breathes, crawling onto the bed, pushing me onto my back as he towers over me. Even in the dim light I can see the way his pupils have dilated, the way his chest rises and falls just a little too quickly. "Please..."
"Asher." The word comes out throaty and low, thick with want that I can't hide.
"Perfect," he says, voice rough.
His thumb traces my lower lip, and I can't stop the soft gasp that escapes. I lean into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.
His hands slide down to my shoulders, then lower, skimming my arms until he's holding my hands, pulling them above my head. He never breaks eye contact. "Do you want this?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. "Because once I start touching you the way I want to, I won't be able to stop."
The words send heat spiraling through me, pooling between my thighs. "I don't want you to stop."
He doesn’t hesitate. His lips crash into mine, claiming them with that depraved mouth. The scent of him overwhelms me, completely shattering what remained of my restraint. Everything about him is intoxicating.
The way his hazel eyes both darken and brighten each time he looks at me.
The way his scent draws me in, making me want to be closer to him.
The way his words threaten to consume me whole.
"Sloan," he breathes between kisses. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long."
I pull back just enough to look at him, taking in his flushed face, his eyes, the way his lips are already swollen. "Then have it. It’s yours.I’myours."
His lips trap mine once more, and we’re both panting through each breath. I bring my fingers to the hem of his shirt, tugging on it until he raises his arms for me to bring it over his head.
I stare in awe as he throws his shirt to the floor. He’s fucking perfect. How I could have ever mistaken him for Alex, I don’t know. They’re not the same.
Not even close.
Asher’s lean, toned body holds far more muscle than Alex’s ever would. He’s sculpted by the life he lives. Chopping wood for our fires… Hiking the mountains to track the animals… He’s perfectly suited for this life.
A life on the run, I’m beginning to understand.
Asher groans as he lowers himself to me, reveling in the feeling of his bare skin against me.
The rest of our clothes are off in seconds. We practically rip them off, desperate for more of each other. For nothing to be between us.
He groans against my throat, his arms tightening around me as if he could pull me inside his very soul. "Say my name again.Begfor my cock.”
"Fuck, Asher." I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close. "I need it. Please."
He lifts his head to look at me, and the emotion in his eyes is overwhelming. It takes my breath away. I’ve never been looked at like this.
"I love you," he says, the words coming out rough and broken. "I love you so much it scares me."
My heart stops, then starts again, beating twice as fast. I don’t say it back. I can’t. It’s not true and I can’t hurt him more than he’s been hurt in his lifetime.
He doesn’t seem to mind because he's kissing me again, pouring his soul and desperation into me.
Time seems to stop as we lose ourselves in each other. Every kiss, every touch. The outside world fades away until there's nothing but us.
His calloused hands worship every curve, every line of my body. When he whispers my name against my skin, I feel like I might shatter.
He looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world. Like I’m the only person who evenexists.
There’s only us.
He lines his dick up against my entrance, giving me one last look, waiting for approval before he pushes inside me.
