Page 64 of The Love Penalty
Grabbing his cock, he pumps it a couple times, letting out a series of strangled gasps as the orgasm takes him full force. I slide down the wall of the elevator, hitting my butt on the handrail and watching in fascination as white cream spurts from his head. It shoots onto my thigh—one, two, three bursts of pleasure—then dribbles down toward my knee.
Slapping my hand over it, I rub his juices into my skin, and he looks like he wants to take me all over again. The heat in his gaze is searing, and I drink it in, silently beckoning him toward me.
Grabbing my face, he scorches me with the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, pressing me back against the wall before letting his hands roam. Squeezing my breasts, he then glides down my curves, tucking his hand under my knee and lifting my leg. His other hand finds a home between my thighs, and his magic touch sends sparks of pleasure firing through me. He massages my clit, starting with teasing, gentle tickles that soon become frantic circles as I bite the shoulder of his pristine suit and mewl for more.
It doesn’t take long before I’m splintering with lusty cries that vibrate my entire body. Cupping my pussy, he holds me steady while I shudder against the wall, struggling to find my breath.
“Fuck,” I softly rasp as I rest my forehead on his shoulder. “What you do to me.”
His throaty chuckle vibrates against my cheek, and I close my eyes, not even trying to fight my grin.
As my heart finds its regular beat once more, I ease away from him and look up to catch him smiling down at me.
“Well, I’ve never done that before.”
“Really?”
“Why does that surprise you?” He frowns.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, my lips curling at the corners. “You just look very James Bond tonight. It’s hard to believe you haven’t taken another girl in this elevator before.”
His gaze softens as he lightly pecks my nose. “You’re the only woman I know who can make me crazy enough to do something like this.”
CHAPTER 28
LEILANI
So, I’ve been low-key dating Asher for a couple weeks now. After our lust-fest in the elevator, I nearly bailed on the idea of seeing him again, because I was maybe a little appalled at myself for behaving that way. My physical reaction to him is overpowering sometimes, and I kind of hate that I wanted him so badly that I threw all inhibitions to the wind. He wasn’t even wearing a condom and only just got out of me before he came. What the hell was I thinking?
I wasn’t thinking. Pure and simple.
My lips twitch with a grin as I relive the heady encounter yet again.
Ugh! Memories are a bitch… or a blessing. I can’t decide.
Whatever they are, I’ve found myself saying yes to Asher over and over again. Every time he texts or invites me out, I make a way to be there. I even went and sat in on one of his hockey practices the other day. He got special permission for Caroline and me to be there, and since it’s offseason and the training is less intense, the coaches agreed.
It was freaking freezing in the arena, but watching Asher on that ice, the way his body moves like lightning, his skills with the puck… it was a whole new level of sexy.
It’s fair to say that things are going surprisingly well—the sex is fire, and hanging out with him makes me feel safe and happy in a way that nothing else ever has before. Yet I’m unsettled by it all. After what happened at that party, I was determined not be the kind of girl who needed a man in her life. But I find myself wishing for Asher’s company all the time. I freaking pine for it some days, and I don’t want to be that girl. But it doesn’t take much for me to be rushing out of my dorm room to meet up with the sexy guy I’m coming to think of as my boyfriend. We’ve never actually had that discussion, but I heard Asher refer to me as his girlfriend the other day, and the biggest, goofiest smile spread across my face. I know this because I saw my reflection in the glass and nearly died.
He’s making me goofy!
That should be a big red flag right there, but do you think I’m listening to the warning signs?
Nope!
Which is why I’m sitting in Hockey House right now, working on an essay at the dining table. We’re all working… and getting caught up in distracting conversations… but the thought of parking it in the library so I can study in solitude is too depressing. I want to be here. I want to be a part of this thing.
And the therapist at the student center, who I’ve now seen twice, said that hanging out with friends I trust is good for me. Shutting myself away like I did has potentially elongated this whole thing. Letting people in can be scary, but it’s also healthy. And maybe she’s right. I have felt lighter since talking about the rape. I do feel like I’m slowly making my way back to the Leilani I love. I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again. In fact, the therapist told me I wouldn’t be. But I can create a new version of myself. And Leilani 2.0 is going to be freaking amazing.
The thought makes me smile as I flip a page of the biography I’ve been using as one of my reference books and try to find that epic quote that will back up my point perfectly.
Casey is tapping out a drumbeat with his pencil, obviously struggling to concentrate on his studies and feeling the need to distract everyone around him. He leans in toward Caroline with a sexy smirk, and I can’t help myself.
“If you kiss her neck one more time, I’m going to throw this book at your head.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he jerks away from his girlfriend.
“Killjoy.” He makes a face at me.