Until November (Until, #1)(30)
Without saying anything else, or touching me at all, he pulled out something from his dresser then went into the bathroom and closed the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, I ran to the bed and jumped in, pulling the blankets up around my waist. Then I reached over to turn on the lamp. When he came back out, he was shirtless and wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants that looked hot on him. They hung low, showing the v of his hips and I could I feel my mouth water just watching him.
He turned off the bedroom light then walked to the opposite side of the bed and got in. I sat there for a second then leaned over and turned off the light next to me. I lay down and pulled the covers up over my shoulder. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled across the bed, my back to Asher’s front, his arm around my waist and his legs bent into mine. He moved my hair off my shoulder gently.
“Night, baby,” he whispered then kissed me where my neck and shoulder met.
“Night,” I whispered, cuddling closer and listening to his breathing even out. I felt his body relax a few minutes later and I quickly followed him to sleep.
I place my nose against his ribs and take a deep breath, absorbing his smell. It’s earthy and spicy and all Asher. I feel his hand flex on my hip where he’s holding me and I scoot closer. Suddenly, I'm on my back, looking up at his face. Rumpled with sleep, he’s still beautiful.
“Morning.” His voice is scratchy and rough and does serious stuff to my insides. His eyes are warm as he leans down and kisses me softly. Moving his face away, he holds my face in his hands.
“Morning.” I breathe deeply, looking up at him and wondering what he’s thinking. “Are you okay?”
“I like waking up to you.” I don’t say anything back but I can feel my face get soft. I like waking up to him too. “So what do you want to do today?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck. I wrap my leg around his hip and my arm on his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin.
“Will you take me out on your four wheeler?” I ask. He lifts his head and smiles down at me.
“How about we load ’em up. Mom and Dad have two hundred acres and a few ponds on their property. I’ll call the guys and see if they want to go four wheeling.”
“Oh my God, yes!” I scream excitedly then I roll him over, straddling his hips. I bend down and kiss him quickly then go to jump off him and the bed but I'm held down by his hands at my hips. I look at his face and see his eyes are dark and hooded. I know I'm in trouble when his hands slide from my hips, down my thighs, and up under my nightgown.
I feel the length of him pressed to my core and become instantly wet as his hands travel over my ribs. His thumbs move over the sensitive skin under my breast and my breathing becomes erratic. My nipples go instantly hard. He sits up and kisses me as one of his hands moves to my ass and the other grabs my hair, tilting my head. He tastes so good that my hands go to his head, holding him close. He bends me back so I'm under him. My legs go around his waist and he kisses me deeply then sits back, looking down at me.
We are both breathing heavily and I want his mouth back. I whimper as I feel his fingers at my hip, running up my thigh. He’s watching it travel over my skin. When his eyes lock with mine, he bends his head and takes my mouth again. His tongue is against mine then on my neck, licking and biting. His hand travels up my side to my breast and I feel the air against my nipple just before his mouth is on me, sucking hard. My back bows off the bed and I hold his head against me, trying to pull him closer. I’m shocked when I feel like I might orgasm just from this. I moan and he growls, releasing my breast then attacking my other nipple while his fingers roll and pull the one he just left. My hips lift into his and the friction hits me just right. I shatter into a million pieces, moaning his name as my legs tighten around him. My fingers are gripping his head while I come back slowly.
Opening my eyes, I see that he’s looking down at me. “Fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing me again. This time it’s much harder. I kiss him back while my hand goes to his stomach. I can feel his muscles tense under my fingers and I drag my nails along his skin. Then my nightgown is gone, over my head, and Asher’s body is covering mine. His chest is against mine, his mouth is devouring mine and I roll him over and straddle his hips. His hips rise up as mine go down and I moan. My head flies back and then his mouth is on my nipple. He rolls me back over and his fingers go inside my panties and press in. “Fucking soaked.” He growls and that just makes me wetter. “Jesus, I can’t wait to taste you.” His fingers swirl over my clit and I grab onto his bicep, my head flying back for another swirl. His fingers fill me so perfectly that my hips lift off the bed. I pull his head down to mine and kiss him deeply. “Please,” I begged. I needed more.
“I'm not letting you come again until I can taste you doing it, baby.” I have a mini orgasm from his words and he starts sliding my panties down my legs.
“Yo! Get your lazy ass out of bed.” My head jerks up. “What the f*ck,” the person says then I hear barking and growling coming from Beast.
“What the f*ck?” Asher growls then the alarm starts going off. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, rolls off the bed and I sit up, trying to find my nightgown. He puts an arm on each side on my waist then kisses me like my dog is not about to kill someone and the alarm is not going off. It’s wet and deep and I'm breathing heavily when he pulls away. “Come to the kitchen, baby,” he says, putting a shirt on and walking out of the room. The alarm stops and I jump off the bed, pull my nightgown down over my head, then run to the bathroom to do my business.