Page 78 of Asher

He lifted a brow, “For what?”

“For being a brat,” I said.

He chuckled, “You weren’t being a brat, Chloe. Don’t think you even know how to be one. What you were was hurt. And that was on me.”

I smiled, “Good. So, since I put this thing on, I’m telling the world I’m yours. What are you going to do to prove to the world that you're mine?”

And that was when he shocked me. He winked, took off his kutte, then lifted his t-shirt.

And right there, along his ribs, was my name in beautiful script, which looked familiar.

He laughed, “Found an old letter you wrote to Stella. She was okay with me taking it to my tattoo guy.”

“Only one thing we need to do,” he said as he lowered his shirt and stepped closer to me.

I smiled, “Yeah, what’s that?”

His hand still holding his kutte wrapped around my waist, his other hand wrapped around my neck, and then I lost all train of thought as his head lowered, I rose on my tiptoes, and against my lips, he whispered, “This.”

Then he kissed me.

And oh my, if I ever thought that a kiss was supposed to be simple... then I needed to have my brain looked at.

Because this kiss was anything but simple.

It was soul-shattering.

Earth quaking.

The kind of kiss you would bleed for.

The kind of kiss you would die for.

His tongue teased my lips, and my hands clenched in his shirt, he put pressure on my neck; it moved, and then I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth.

The delicate way his tongue teased mine... I always thought it was weird when authors wrote about spontaneously coming with just a kiss. But I had officially felt it. Oh. My.

When we pulled away, he rested his forehead on mine, then he whispered, “Fucking love you, Chloe.”

I smiled, then whispered, “I love you more.”

Our moment was interrupted by Stella.

“Just saying, but I will not be calling you Mom,” Stella said with merriment dancing in her light gray eyes.

I giggled, “Good. Because that would be freaking weird.”

Asher looked at me and winked, “Now she’s a brat.”

I threw my head back and laughed, and all the while, Asher watched with a smile on his handsome face.

A little while later, I was sitting in his lap; his hands were running through my hair, and then I did something I’d been wanting to do for years.

I snuggled up into Asher, resting my head on his shoulder and burying my face in his neck.

Taking in a deep breath, the scent that was all Asher filled my senses.

Pressing a kiss to his throat, I closed my eyes.