The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(131)

“What about Elisa?” she blurted.

I froze, still sore about that. But still...unable to regret it. “What about her?” I asked huskily.

“That had to be my biggest deception of all. I mean, you pretty much told me how to catch you. You said you liked to pursue. And I totally didn’t mean to wake up the hunter in you, but I knew—”

“I thought you said you just couldn’t resist me and my mystically powered mouth,” I cut in, grinning until I made her blush.

“Yeah,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “That’s exactly what happened, too, you way too amazing bastard, you. But you also told me you wanted to get to know a woman before taking her to bed, and I didn’t let you do that. I made you go through another one-night-stand, even though I knew you hated them, and I—”

My chuckle shut her up.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” she demanded.

“Because,” I shook my head, “you’re so cute, trying to defend me against yourself.”

“But—”

“No. Shh.” I pressed my mouth to hers, and yep, it worked. Shut her right up. And tasted good too. I wanted to go deeper, kiss her more, but there was one more thing to say before I lost myself to the pleasure that was Remy Curran.

“I don’t regret it,” I promised her. “Any of it. Now are you going to stop trying to argue with me about this, woman? Or are you going to accept it and come home with me already so I can show you my surprise, and then make love to you for the rest of the afternoon?”

She blinked once, then twice, her brown eyes wide with hope before she murmured, “Okay, take me home with you.”





I came awake to lips pressing their way up my spine. Every few inches, teeth would nip and a tongue would lap up the sting. Then warm palms smoothed over my flesh from behind and swooped around to the front, cupping my breasts.

“Mmm,” I hummed my delight, keeping my eyes closed because I was half afraid this entire afternoon of nothing but naked time with Asher had all been a dream. Naked on the couch, playing Call of Duty, naked in the kitchen fixing survival snack food together, naked in bed, working our way through a new box of condoms...just pleasantly naked. “That feels so...good.”

“Does it?” Asher’s voice filled me before he leaned in and kissed the sensitive bare spot right behind my ear. “Then you should really stay here while I’m gone so I can pick right back up where I left off when I get back.”

My eyes flew open. “Gone? Get back?” Frowning, I rolled around to face him, only to gasp when I found him not-naked. In jeans and a black shirt, he looked sexy as hell...but still. Leaving?

“Where’re you going?”

His green gaze traveled down my body, landing on my exposed breasts as he answered, “I have to go into work. But you can stay.” Then his gaze lifted to mine and uncertainty filled his features. “Will you? You, uh, you’d actually be doing me a huge favor. I’m a little worried about leaving Mozart here alone until I get his cage put up.”

He’d actually wanted to re-hang the cage earlier, but I hadn’t let him put clothes on, and though I’d loved the idea of naked cage-hanging, he’d balked and instead tackled me onto the bed and taken me hard and fast. I hadn’t minded that option either.

I cupped his face to help appease his worry. “Of course, I’ll squirrel-sit for you. I won’t let anything happen to your precious.”

Lips tipping up with an immediate grin, he dove in for a quick, satisfied kiss. “Thank you, but honestly, I just wanted to come home so I could find you here asleep in my bed.”

“Oh, ho...” I said, rolling my eyes. “So the truth comes out. You just want to keep me trapped here like your little sex slave, huh?”

The bastard’s smile only spread. “If only I’d kept the handcuffs.”

I threw back my head and laughed. Wrapping my arms around him, I kept my neck arched back so he could kiss his way up my throat. Filled with a bliss that radiated out all my limbs, I sighed and murmured, “I love you so much.”

The press of his lips paused at my jawline. When he said nothing, though his line here should’ve been, “I love you, too,” I lowered my chin to meet his gaze. His green eyes swirled with need.

I knew he liked hearing my declaration, and I could see that he wanted to say it back—he was just scared—so I only smiled and gently pressed my mouth to his and stroked my fingers through his hair. He’d never said the words to a woman before, and I was kind of glad he was hesitant. It let me know that when he finally did say it, it would mean more.

Until then, I was completely okay with being patient and playing sex slave until he felt comfortable enough to tell me.

With a groan, he tore his mouth away from mine but then pressed our foreheads together. “I really need to get to work.”

I grinned. “Then go to work.” But even as I said it, I stretched against him and made sure my knee not-so-accidently grazed the crotch of his jeans.

“Damn you, you tempting sexy naked lady.” Growling, he rolled me onto my back, cupped one of my thighs so he could slip his hips between my legs, and crawled over me as he began to unzip his jeans. “We only have time for a quickie.”

“Oh, goodie!” I squealed out my joy and tugged at his shirt, peeling it off him while he ripped open a condom package. But I didn’t even have time to toss it across the room before he was pushing inside. “Oh!”