Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(16)

I lay there, my mind swirling with desire at his words, at the hungry look on his face. A look that was directed at me. I stared as he quickly tossed his leather vest into the corner of the room, and my eyes widened when he yanked his gray tee over his head. Abs, like a fricking six pack assaulted my eyes.

“Dude,” I whispered. “It’s like you’re photoshopped.” I unintentionally quoted one of my favorite movies, but that was how it looked to me right now. It couldn’t possibly be real. A man like that, wanting a girl like me?

A grin rippled through the hunger on his face, and he moved to lie on top of me on the bed, his bare, hard skin pressing into mine while he watched my face.

“You’re full of surprises, flower, it’s hotter than anything,” he murmured against my lips.

He kissed the bejesus out of me, then moved his mouth downward. He nuzzled my neck a moment then lifted his head. He regarded my button up dress for a minute, then his hands went to either side and, I kid you not, ripped it apart.

The buttons went flying everywhere.

I didn’t even care about the fate of my dress, about the fact it meant I’d be stumbling out of here in only my bathing suit. Nothing mattered the moment he hissed as he exposed my breast and sucked on my nipple.

Every nerve ending in my body tingled at this, I rubbed my thighs together at the feeling building in between them. I’d never known his beautiful mouth would feel so good on my breasts. I knew what orgasms were. I’d given them to myself before. I knew in this moment, whatever was coming would eclipse those pitiful excuses.

“You gonna come with just my mouth on your nipple, flower?” Asher muttered, and cold air bit my naked breast.

I didn’t have the constitution to mutter anything intelligible, only looked at him through my lashes.

“You’re gonna come in my mouth,” he growled.

My stomach dipped.

“You want that?” he asked his voice hoarse.

His hands trailed my stomach and I sucked in a breath as he dipped down my bare skin. I could only nod as his fingers explored the skin no man had ever touched.

“I want you to tell me what you want,” he murmured, his finger making lazy circles.

“I w-want,” I stuttered, and my breath came in pants as he kept making those circles.

He stopped, his eyes on mine. “You want what?”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

He grinned. “Tell me what you want. Then I’ll eat you, baby, taste your honey on my tongue.”

“I want that, I want your mouth,” I whispered.

His entire face darkened. “Where, baby?”

His fingers began to move again, this time dancing at my entrance.

“My *,” I whispered, just as his finger plunged into me.

His entire body froze as I cried out in pleasure, on the edge of climax.

His eyes locked on mine. His face turned blank.

“Tell me you’re not a f*cking virgin,” he clipped, the cords in his neck tight.

I froze as I realized the look on his face. I felt my face redden. “I’m sorry, I forgot to mention,” I said in a small voice.

All I wanted to do was scramble away, hide my embarrassment, and never look at another man again. But his body was on mine, holding me hostage the same way his stare was.

“How the f*ck,” he ground out, “does someone forget they’re a virgin?”

I tried to move, but his free hand, the one not inside me, pressed against my chest. “You don’t need to move to answer,” he stated firmly.

I stared at him, feeling my eyes prickle slightly, residual arousal from his body, his finger, making it hard to think straight.

“Well,” I started, unable to tear my eyes from his, “first it was the tequila, I was kind of drunk off that. Then it was you,” I whispered and his eyes flared. “I got drunk off you. Off the fact that you talked to me. You wanted me. You kissed me. All I wanted, all I want is more. You made me forget I hadn’t had more before,” I admitted in a small voice.

I was embarrassed. No, mortified. The sexy outlaw biker was probably disgusted at the na?ve, plain virgin in his bed. One that could hardly string a cohesive sentence together. Whatever was working behind his attractive eyes right now was probably along the lines of how to get rid of me.

“I’ll leave. I’m sorry,” I whispered brokenly.

Asher jolted. He gently began to move the finger inside me. I sucked in a breath. His hand cradled my face and his expression gentled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his finger moving slowly. “Are you sure this is what you want, Lily?” he asked seriously, his finger still moving. “To give this to me, someone you barely know. Are you sure this is how you want this to go?”

My eyes rolled back slightly, pleasure starting to radiate to my toes with the work of his fingers. My eyes found his. In that moment, I was lucid. “I’m sure. I want it to be you,” I whispered with certainty.

We were silent for a long moment, something impossible passing between us, something that could only be a figment of my imagination. Because the connection that I felt was not a connection you made with someone you’d just met.

Asher’s eyes were glowing. “You just gave me the greatest f*ckin’ gift, one I don’t deserve, but one I’m taking nonetheless,” he murmured. “You got no idea how f*ckin’ hard it makes me, knowing no one else has been in here,” he said, pressing into me.