The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(104)

He pulled his wallet from his jeans that were sagging around his knees. Then he had a condom in hand. Then he had the condom in place. The next moment, he had the condom in me.

I threw my head back, relishing the hard thrust of him meshing with the soft give of myself. We fit so right together.

I blurted out Spanish, not able to care about the stair steps gouging into my back. With Asher buried so deep inside me, nothing else mattered.

My release came quickly and so did his. Our simultaneous combustion had us clutching each other through our orgasms, and then he gasped out a sound of shock before rolling off me and skidding down a few steps to collapse on his back, fling his arm over his face and pant.

Though I felt like putty myself, I didn’t want him passing out on the stairs. What an awful place to fall asleep. So I shimmied down until I was beside him. I took his arm and helped him wrap it around my shoulder. Then I pushed to my feet, heaving him up with me.

He groaned in dislike but latched on to the railing to help pull himself up.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “You’re too good to me.”

I rubbed his chest and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t leave this time, okay?” he begged, dragging me down with him as he collapsed onto the bed. “Just...stay.”

So, I stayed. Yawning, I closed my eyes and napped with him for a while, until I woke at some point in the evening to his mouth between my legs, his tongue massaging my clit, and my body bowing up, already prepared to explode.

“Hi, there.” He grinned at me, his green eyes still droopy with sleep but his smile full of life.

I mumbled something, not sure if it was in Spanish or English, but whatever garbled sound came from me, it made him chuckle. Then, he was lifting my legs up to my chest and sitting upright so he could push into me from that angle.

He watched me squirm as he tortured me with his cock, sliding deep and at just the right angle to hit the perfect spot.

“I love watching you come,” he admitted, before lifting me up so we were both sitting upright, me still in his lap as we faced each other. “Now come again.”

I shook my head, still not fully down from the last high, but Asher didn’t care. He slipped his thumb over my clit, heaved more powerfully inside me and had me screaming in moments.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern. We f*cked, we slept, occasionally we cuddled, once he left the bed to get us a snack of apples and cheese. Mozart became quite the voyeur and at some point, Asher had to climb out of bed to throw a blanket over his cage. But he returned immediately to cuddle and hold me close.

The next morning, I woke first, still swaddled in his gentle hold and pleasantly sore between the legs. I knew I should go. Two nights in a row of this was just...it was twice as wrong. But as soon as I tried to sit up, his arms banded tighter around me.

“Oh no, you’re not. You’re not sneaking out of here so easily this morning. I don’t care if I have to handcuff you to the bed. In fact...” He rose behind me and hopped off the mattress to stroll naked across the room until he got to his table, where he had a gift bag sitting. After he dug a hand inside, he turned around, grinning.

My mouth dropped open when I saw the fuzzy, leopard-printed handcuffs dangling from his fingers. “I was going to give them to my brother for a gag wedding gift,” he explained. “But now I think I’ll get him something else. Come here, beautiful.”

Not sure if I wanted to be bound, I screamed out a laugh and skittered away from him as he dove at me. He chased me across the mattress, grinning the entire time before he stopped with a heaving sigh and said, “No?”

I shook my head. “No.”

But then an idea hit me. I reached for the handcuffs. Asher lifted his eyebrows at the request but handed them over easily. My smile spread big as I wiggled my eyebrows and motioned him to put his hands up by the headboard.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion a second before they shot up high in realization. “Oh...you want to handcuff me?”

I nodded and bit my lip, unable to stop grinning at the idea.

And damn, but he was a good sport. Green eyes heating with lust, he said, “Okay.” He moved into position, stretching onto his back and lifting his arms over his head to allow me to bind him to his bed.

Damn he looked good like this, staring up at me in eager anticipation as I licked my lips and tried to decide what I wanted to do to him first. The giggles that had been rising inside me died as the lust pooled deep in my abdomen.

God, he was gorgeous, spread out naked like a feast for me alone. I just wanted to lick him.

So, I did. I leaned forward, set my tongue against his navel and moved up, lapping my way over his abdomen, which quivered and tightened under me, and right up along his sternum until I reached the base of his neck. Then I sank my teeth into his throat, sucking at the softness of his flesh, inhaling the aroma that was purely him, delighting in his groan as it vibrated against my teeth.

He shifted his face to the side to look at me, and that look in his green eyes, so full of trust and affection...I wanted to trap this moment in my memory banks forever. I stroked the tips of my fingers along either side of his face, memorizing each detail, how it felt, smelled, tasted. Then I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his. He pulled as far away from his cuffs as he could to meet my kiss and try to take it further, but I stopped him, wanting to explore more all by myself. Grinning, he leaned back into the cushions, watching me.