The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(60)

Heat traveled up my thighs until my * was so wet and aching I had to squeeze my legs together under my covers.

Asher opened his lashes and glanced at me from glossy, lust-covered green eyes, letting me know the vision he described affected him as much as it had affected me. I wondered how big his monster cock was now, and how it’d feel if he was on top of me, sliding it deep between my legs as he sucked on my nipples.

Dios.

I shuddered, noticing he was doing the same thing.

“Sorry, I just...love women,” he murmured before glancing away as if suddenly uncomfortable.

Which made me think of the stench of perfume that had clung to him when he’d entered the hotel room only half an hour ago.

My lust soured, then died completely.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I muttered. When he glanced at me with a confused frown, I said, “You smelled like a dozen whores when you came in. I’d have hopped into the shower first thing to wash off all that reek too if I’d been you.”

Chuckling, Asher didn’t take offense. He merely shook his head. “That actually came from only the one woman. The blonde. Monique.”

I snorted, wishing Monique an awful untimely death. “Well, Monique has quite a habit of rubbing her perfume off on other people.”

Asher rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re telling me.”

My mouth fell open as I stared at him. Finally, I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, man. Did Monique not do it for you in the bedroom?” The skank’s * had probably been so well-used it hadn’t been nearly tight enough for him.

“Huh?” He glanced at me as if I was insane. Then he shook his head. “No. We didn’t have sex.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, not buying it.

He scowled. “I’m serious.”

I rolled my eyes. “So... What, then? You just smell like her because—”

“Because she wouldn’t stop rubbing against me like some kind of cat in heat,” he snapped, glowering hard.

“Right. So you’re saying you love everything there is about women but when one rubs against you like a cat in heat, you don’t take her up on the offer? Gally certainly would.”

“Do I f*cking look like Gally?”

When I realized just how pissed and irritated he was with this line of questioning, I blinked and pulled back, amazed. “You’re really serious, aren’t you? You didn’t screw her.”

“No, I did not.”

My breath caught in my throat, and hope flared in my chest. “Why not?”

“Because...” He seemed too flabbergasted to continue.

Unable to let this drop because I was dying of curiosity, I pressed, “Because...?”

“I was tempted, sure,” he relented on a shrug. “Feels like it’s been forever, and I’ve been craving sex like you wouldn’t believe lately, but...”

No way could I drop this issue, so I said, “But what?” Then it hit me. Oh dear Lord. “You have an STD, don’t you?”

“Jesus. No!” He sent me a dark look, then pointed threateningly. “Okay, fine, I’ll talk, but if you ever repeat anything I’m about to say to Gally or Holden, I will kick your ass to Ellamore and back. Got it?”

I sniffed out a laugh. “What do I look like? Some kind of gossiping girl desperate to tell everyone else your personal business? Please.”

His shoulders relaxed before he rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and reluctantly admitted, “It’s just...I’m not really a fan of one-night-stands.”

My mouth fell open. Leaning his way, I cupped my hand around my ear and said, “Say again?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Laugh it up, f*cker. It’s just not my thing. Okay?”

I lifted both hands. “Trust me, I’m not laughing. I’m just shocked is all.” And really impressed.

He glanced away, looking humiliated. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t say it was pathetic either. It’s just...unusual for a guy in your position.” A very good, amazing unusual. “Which makes me extremely curious as to...why?”

He sighed and rolled his gaze to the ceiling. “I knew you were going to ask that.”

“Well?” I lifted my eyebrows, letting him know I still wanted the answer regardless. “For someone who loves women so much and is craving sex...” I started.

“I do love women,” he insisted. “I just want one to want me instead of...” He rolled his eyes. “Asher Hart.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came. After a second, I said, “Aren’t you Asher Hart, though?”

He growled and frowned at me. “Yes, but...Christ, I don’t even know how to explain it.” When he grabbed his hair in supreme frustration, I took pity on him and decided to stop playing dumb.

“You want someone who appreciates the man within, not just a groupie wanting to score with the lead singer of a band.”

Dropping his hands from his hair, he gazed at me as if he’d just discovered a kindred soul. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Exactly.”

I nodded, letting him know I understood. “So you don’t just want a physical connection. You want something...deeper.”

He looked down at his hands. “Oh, trust me. I love the physical connection. And I’ve done the one-night-stand thing because it seems to be the only thing women want from me. It’s just...I don’t know. All my friends at Forbidden have these incredible women that they’re all devoted to and completely crazy about. And when I watch them together, it just looks so...”