Page 46 of Embrace

“Up,” he commands, grabbing my ass to hoist me off my feet.

I wrap my legs around his waist. We’re like a machine made of instincts. I lean back, and using the space between my soaked pussy and his rigid cock, he grabs his erection and stuffs it into me.

I sough as he soars through me. He’s holding me up by my thighs, shifting me against him. The sound of sex, my pussy colliding with his cock, echoes along with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.

I was so eager to have him inside me that sparks of orgasm flicker through my most sensitive spots. I tighten my pussy around his enormous girth.

“Ah,” I cry as he smashes me against him.

“Please don’t do that. Unless… Fuck!” he shouts and jerks my hips against his fullness.

I count them. One, two, three, four, and five thrusts, and he drops his head back and cries out to the Almighty.

* * *

Other than ourchests rising and falling as our breathing slowed, we stood motionless.

“That went fast,” he whispered. “I promise to make it up to you tonight.”

I tasted his neck, sucking his skin between my teeth, licking as I gently released it. “You gave me nothing to complain about.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “So…”

I took large, deep breaths, savoring his scent as I waited for him to finish whatever he was going to say. “So?”

“Were you alone with Greg Carroll?”

I opened my dazed eyes a fraction wider. “Yes.”

“I don’t like him being around you when I’m not here.”

Sniffing, I rolled my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes?” Asher leaned back to get a view of my face. I was glad he was smiling, because it meant he couldn’t have been serious.

“Probably,” I said.

He initiated a tender, heart-soaring kiss. “I love you, Penina,” he whispered at the end of it.

Penina, you feel the same way too. Say I love you.

My heart and mind warred with each other. Asher and I had had a tough week. It had been one bombshell after the other. We’d gone from his sort of breaking up with me after the masquerade party, to Gina’s showing up and claiming she was his girlfriend, to my believing I might be his sister, to my actual sister’s—half-sister’s—being his ex-girlfriend. It was a lot, and it made me leery about what could possibly be around the corner, waiting to throw another monkey wrench into our relationship.

“I care for you, too, Jake.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I mean Asher.”

He frowned. “You don’t have to say it back.”

“No,” I said and kissed him tenderly. “I want to say it back. I feel it. But I just learned your real name three days ago.”

He tucked a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear and kissed me on the cheek.

I gulped then took a beat to the think of the right reply. “I love Jake Sparrow.”

Asher smirked. “And Jake loves you too.”

I snorted. “You’re so clever.”

We kissed again, and when we came up for air, I tossed my head back, and the spottily painted ceiling caught my attention.