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“I’ve been down here every night this week. And believe me, if I didn’t get caught the other night, I think we’re good.”
His whole body stiffens. His eyes no longer look at me with excitement. More like sadness. He steps back and runs a handthrough his hair, reciting what I think are curse words under his breath.
I mentally replay the words I just said and realize why his whole demeanor changed. He thinks I’ve been out here with another man. It’s the second time tonight he’s shown signs of jealousy. And I try to decide if I’m okay with that. This one moment in time could be a determining factor in this whole… situationship.
If I’m okay with him being jealous, does that mean I’d be okay with this actually going somewhere?
Instead of going down that rabbit hole, I say, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, big guy, I was by myself. Watchingourvideos.”
His eyes brighten. “Seriously?”
I bite my lip and nod. “And I may have gotten a bit… vocal.”
Nowhe’sthe one laughing. He sweeps me into his arms, picking me up off the ground before he puts me flat on my back on the blanket, hovering over me. “Damn, Al. Now I’m going to have fantasies about you down here on the beach. Alone. Touching yourself.” He grinds into me. Then suddenly, he’s gone. He scoots off me and opens the champagne.
I watch him intently. “Has anyone ever accused you of having ADHD? You’re kind of all over the place right now. One second your tongue is down my throat. Then you’re pouting because you thought I was here with another guy. Then you throw me down like you want to devour me. Then you want to have a drink.”
His deep, throaty laugh seems to echo and bounce off the trees and hill behind us. He hands me a glass. “Quite the opposite. I’m usually very focused. Shit like that only happens when I’m around you. Guess you make me kind of crazy.” He takes a sip. “And I don’t pout.”
“Oh, but you do. I’ve seen it a few times tonight.”
“So sue me if the thought of another man’s hands on you is not on my top ten list.”
I take a long drink. “Mmm. This is pretty good.”
He finishes his glass then pours himself another, topping mine off as well. “You’re avoiding the conversation.”
“I’m enjoying the champagne.”
“Have there been?” he asks, looking at me with an intense stare. “Other men’s hands on you?”
“Well let’s see.” I scrunch my brows together. “My dad hugged me yesterday. Blake tried to help me surf the other day, but neither of us were any good at it. Oh, and I believe Storm may have kissed my cheek earlier.”
“You’re a brat. You know that, right?” He takes my drink from me and puts both our glasses onto a flat rock by his shoulder. Then he flips me on my back. “Allie, answer the goddamn question.”
I might like this game a little too much. Seeing Asher get all worked up is kind of a turn on. “If I say yes, is that going to change what happens here?”
His gaze goes from my eyes to my neck. He loves to kiss my neck. I think it’s one of his favorite places on me. Amongst a few others. And his hand is getting dangerously close to one of those other places.
“I said we were going to make love under the stars. And we will.” He moves his hand up my thigh and easily slips a finger inside me. “I just need to know how hard I need to make you come to ensure you forget about anyone else.”
I groan when his thumb lands on my clit, and he moves it in slow circles with varying degrees of pressure.
He leans close to my ear. “How hard do I need to make you come, Al?”
“Hard.” I arch my back into him. Then I reach up, grab the back of his neck and force his lips to mine. “But not because I’vebeen with anyone else recently. Because I love the way you make me come.”
He kisses me so fiercely, I’m sure my lips will swell. His hand comes out from under my dress, and he uses it, along with his other, to hold my head in place and devour my mouth in a way he never has before. Like he’s claiming me. Like he’s branding me as his. Like he’s… professing his love.
When he’s had his fill of my lips, he moves to my chest, shoving the neckline of my sundress down so he can draw one of my stiff nipples into his mouth while his fingers manipulate the other.
I reach out and try to find his belt buckle, but he swats my hand away. I know what that means. It means this first one is just for me. It means he’s going to wait, the gentleman that he is, until I’ve been satisfied. It means he always puts me first.
I’m drenched between my thighs when he finally returns his attention there. “Jesus.” The word comes out in a sigh when he realizes just how worked up he’s gotten me. As his fingers test the waters yet again, he stares at me. “You are so beautiful.”
It’s hard to smile when I’m about to explode with an orgasm, but I do. Then, as he makes me come with just his fingers, in a way that onlyheknows how to do, I look up at the stars and shout into the night, knowing this is only the appetizer. The first of many. One in an endless line of mind-blowing detonations that he’s going to provide me under his skilled fingers. His strong tongue. His incredible cock.
“Christ, Al. I have to be inside you.”