Page 55 of Asher

Those bitches hurt like a mother to step on.

Closing her door quietly, I turned and jumped, placing a hand on my chest. Asher leaned against the wall, looking ridiculously hot in just a pair of gray sweats with his hair pulled up away from his face. “You scared the shit out of me.” I whisper-yelled, smacking is ridiculously hard chest.

“Did you mean everything you said to her?” His voice rumbled low beneath my hand.

I sighed. “Of course, I did. I love her, Asher. Even if we don’t work out, I wouldn’t leave her. I would be there when she needed me.” Hell, she’d been such a huge part of my life these last few years, I couldn’t imagine ever walking away from her.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the short hallway to his room at the end. “I’m sorry if I overstepped —” I started as we entered the room, but Asher spun quickly cutting me off with his mouth. He gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it over my head, his mouth barely leaving mine. My neck flamed from being half naked in front of him. But as his hands went to my hair and he kissed me almost desperately, I forgot everything.

Even my own damn name.

I moaned slipped past my lips as he tugged my hair taking complete control of the kiss as the other hand went to my ass, squeezing it and pulling my body harder against his.

His dick pressed into my stomach as my back hit the wall next to the door.Damn.The man could kiss me stupid. I gasped as he nibbled on my lower lip before moving lower to my neck and collarbone. I angled my head to the side, giving him more room. My fingers moved on their own to trace his stomach which was hard but not overly muscular and up over the chest hair that drove me insane.

He looked and felt like a sexy lumber jack I wanted to fucking climb like a tree.

“Asher,” I whimpered, continuing my exploration of his body. Just as I reached his shoulders, he ripped his mouth away, his eyes looked wild as he took me in. Quickly, he gripped both of my wrists in one on hand, pinning them to the wall above my head.

His other hand slid along my waist, up my ribs, stopping to tweak my nipple through my bra before closing around my throat. I bit my lip to suppress a groan. His lips moved to my ear as he slowly swiveled his hips, letting me know he was just as affected as I was. “You like that? You like that I have you right where I want you. Pinned to the wall looking like my own personal wet dream?”

“Yes.” I whimpered wanting more.

He let go of my breast, gripping my thigh and effortlessly lifting me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, positioning his hard length right where I wanted him. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He growled, thrusting himself against me. I had never been so tempted to pull the rest of my clothes off and let someone ravage me, but something stopped me.

“Asher. We need to slow down,” I said effectively dumping a bucket of cold water all over us. Asher pressed a kiss to my lips, which had me following when he pulled back. His eyes still on fire, but pushed off the wall, letting me down gently before stepping back. He gripped the back of his neck tightly as he turned away from me.

“I’m sorry.”

The muscles on his back flexed as I trailed my fingers down his smooth skin. “Don’t be sorry. I loved that, Asher. All of it.”

“I shouldn’t have attacked you.” My hand dropped as he turned, breathing hard with his hands on his hips. His jaw flexed as he tried to get himself under control. Damn. He was hot.

“In your defense you said that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands or mouth off of me.” I smirked and stepped up to him, erasing the space between us. My hand flat against his chest right over his racing heart.

He looked up at me with a smirk that made my stomach clinch in need. “I ripped your shirt off.”

“You did. And it was hot.”

“You make me lose control.”

“I enjoyed it. But I’m not quite ready for you to fuck me just yet.” I hated the words, but they were true. I wasn’t there yet. No matter how much I loved Asher.

Asher groaned, dropping his head back, eyes closed tightly. “Can you not say that right now? My dick hasn’t gotten the message that he isn’t getting any tonight.”

“I can take care of that,” I whispered, and his eyes flew wide just as my hand cupped his hard dick over the sweats. In my defense, they’d done nothing to hide his desire for me and I couldn’t help myself.

“Fuck,” he hissed before pulling my hand away.

“Sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t do that, Hales. I would love nothing more for you to jack me off, but I didn’t actually plan on attacking you tonight.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you said you were going to do?”

“I was planning on kissing you until we both passed out, but now I think we need to discuss that conversation you had with my daughter first.” He gripped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, stopping to pick my shirt up off of the floor. “You should put this on.”

My stomach dipped because what guy actually wanted a girl to get dressed. His finger hooked under my chin bringing my eyes back up to his, a smile playing at his lip as if he could read my thoughts. “Don’t even go there. If you don’t put a shirt on, I won’t be able to get through this without pinning you to the bed.”