Reckless Abandon(40)
At this moment I can only think of how alive I feel.
In this room.
With this man.
Asher’s fingers work me over my panties, drawing dangerous circles sending me into a crescendo of pleasure. He kisses my shoulder and continues to rub me. When my body is on the brink of an orgasm I swing my head back around and kiss him, feeling his tongue in my mouth as my body falls apart, collapsing into him with an orgasm so intense I could stop breathing.
My head falls to his chest, reveling in the best sexual experience of my life and his fingers didn’t even touch my skin. If he can do this to me with our clothes on, I can’t imagine what can be done with them off.
I don’t know Asher very well, but I want to get to know him further. He is so easy to talk to. He doesn’t push me like everyone else, yet he makes me want to tell him things.
Most importantly, he gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give. He made me feel music again.
I slowly rise from my seat and do something so bold and daring, so unlike me, yet so absolutely right for this very moment.
I strip.
My fingers deftly work the button of my shorts, allowing to slowly fall off my hips and down my legs, getting turned on as Asher’s eyes turn black with lust. A smile crosses my lips as I watch his gaze travel down my legs and back up in complete appreciation for what I am doing.
I cross my hand across my body and lift my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and matching thong.
Asher’s breath hitches. His teeth bite down on his lower lip and skim the plum of his mouth.
Remember how I said I didn’t find lip-biting sexy?
Turns out, I lied.
“Baby, I like where this is going but I need you to know this is not why I brought you here.” His words are sincere but his tone and the incredible bulge in his pants lets me know he wants me to keep going.
“Just call me impulsive,” I say and I’m rewarded with a crooked smile that turns smoldering when I hook my thumbs under my panties and lower them until they hit the floor. When my bra comes off, I swear the room gets ten degrees hotter.
So, here I am, stark naked in the music room, standing in front of the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be sitting in front of a massive window overlooking the Mediterranean. In my wildest dreams I never would have envisioned this moment taking place.
But I’m here.
And I’m nervous.
Nervous because he is not saying anything. He is staring at me. His eyes let me know he likes what he sees but his lack of expression right now is making me want to shut down and run from the room.
I have one orgasmic musical experience and suddenly I think I’m a porn star. What is wrong with me? How could I think—
“You’re perfect.”
His words catch me so off guard, I have to think for a second if I heard them right.
“Come here.” Asher says and puts his hand out in front of him.
I take a step forward and grab his hand. He closes his legs and places his hand on my hip, guiding me over him, until I am straddling him.
Our hips join and I can feel his need for me rubbing against me. I look down at the source of his arousal and have to take a moment to gather my wits.
“Emma, look at me.” Asher wraps his hands in my hair, guiding my face up so we are staring at each other. His thumbs caress my cheeks. There is something about his touch that makes me feel protected.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say.
Asher offers a kind smile. “I can tell.”
I shrug away from him but he pulls my head back. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you’re nervous. It makes you real.”
I can almost laugh. “A real lunatic.” I look at him and relax as his hands rub up and down my spine. “I’ve known you for moments—yet I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else. Isn’t that crazy?”
Asher doesn’t match my expression. Instead, he looks on as serious as ever. “It’s insane.”
My eyes shoot up. Is he regretting this moment? Because if he is, I think I might just curl up and die.
“Don’t do that,” he says.
“Do what?”
“Search for a reason to leave. I’ve been doing the same thing for four days. Trying to find a reason why I should leave you alone. And I can’t. I feel so connected to you. And I know you feel it too. Hell, I barely touched you and you fell apart in my hands. There is a fire between us, Emma, and I know we’re going to get burned but I want to walk into it anyway. This is crazy and insane and, by God, it has me so f*cking scared I don’t know if I should kiss you or walk away from you.”
“Kiss me,” I say, leaning into him, taking his lips back in mine. He seems hesitant at first but then his mouth opens up further, drinking me in as he did before.
We are a mess of emotions.
Two broken people trying to be put back together.
And one we become.
Asher’s hands lower under my bottom and grabs on tight as he stands and lifts us from the chair. My legs grip tighter to his waist and my arms cling on to his neck to keep from falling as we move through the room. He must know how to navigate the space in the dark because his mouth is still on mine and his movements are sure and aimed for a very specific destination.
He loosens one hand to open the door to the music room. Not caring if anyone is in the hallway, he walks us down the corridor and turns to another door, opening it and shoving it closed with his foot after we enter.