yet.”
“I wasn’t worried about them. If I were, I would have never left the apartment. Don’t worry about it. How was your evening?”
“It was okay.”
He took a sip of his wine, grimacing slightly at the sour taste before setting it on the coffee table. Yes… a beer would be much better . She took a sip then carefully placed her water on the table—the glass only wobbling slightly—before she turned to look at him.
“Just okay?” he asked with a grin. This girl needs to loosen up and learn how to party!
“Yeah.” She looked at her hands. Why not? He is here, and I’m here and lubricated with wine. I really, really want him. She moved to a kneeling position on the sofa, facing him.
He watched her warily. What is she up to? She shifted herself closer until their faces were almost touching, as she moved her hand up to gently cup his face. Her eyes were darting from his eyes to his lips, and it was clear what she wanted. He didn’t know what to do. He was attracted to her, that much was true, but she was slightly drunk, and her inhibitions were lowered…and that could lead to a whole mess of trouble.
She could see the battle going on inside him. “We’re keeping a lot of other secrets, Asher,” she whispered, looking him in the eye. “What’s one more?” She pressed her lips against his, using her hand to physically pull him closer. He resisted for a moment, but only a moment.
He kissed her back, working his tongue softly into her mouth. Her tongue reciprocated, drawing his in and flirting. He allowed her hands to smooth his jacket off his shoulders, and he helped her free his arms before caressing her body. He stroked her breasts and stomach with a delicate but firm touch before gently moving her down on the sofa, pressing her into the cushions with his weight as he lay across her.
He could sense her body beginning to respond to his touches and feel the goosebumps rising on her arms. His hand found its way back to her breast. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, he could feel her nipple becoming aroused. Still kissing her, he tweaked the nipple gently, causing her to take a sharp breath. He did it again and felt her hips buck. Raising himself up, he looked at her put out face.
“We shouldn’t do this. Your father will kill us both.”
“I want to.”
“That’s the wine talking.”
“No. The wine has just given me the courage to do what I have been wanting to do for a while now. I want you.”
“And your father?”
“I won’t tell him if you won’t.”
Asher smiled. I’m damn sure not telling him. Without saying another word, he helped her rid herself of her shirt, taking his own off at the same time. He could see her erect nipples through her black lacy bra. He sat up properly for a moment to enjoy the view, her milky flesh showing through the holes in the lace, his gaze traveling down until it stopped at the harsh cut off of her skinny jeans. He leaned back over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth, the lace bra still acting as a barrier. He began sucking it, playing with it with his lips and tongue, and giving it the occasional light nip that sent shock waves of pleasure running through her, making her squirm.
His hands started working on the button and zipper of her pants, working them slowly off of her. She helped, shimmying them away as she caressed his muscular chest with her hands. She moved to his pants and quickly went to work removing them, having to stop every time he scraped her nipple across his teeth, the scrape sending pleasure screaming along her nerves as if she had touched a live wire.
He abruptly rose up, ripping her jeans from her. She was wearing black lace panties, matching her bra, and he could see through them that she had been waxed completely smooth. She lay looking up at him expectantly, her face showing her vulnerability. He slowly finished the job she had started,