Chapter 247: Asher
She’s straddling me now.
Her knees tucked tight against the sides of my thighs, her hands braced against my chest, her hair slipping forward in loose waves that brush over my jaw like they have a goddamn mind of their own. I haven’t even touched her yet and I’m already losing my mind.
I slide my palms up her thighs, slow and firm, until I’m gripping her hips. She fits here. In my lap, in my arms, in every part of my fucked–up, wrecked
heart.
She raises a brow. “This is not a good idea.”
“No,” I murmur, dragging my hand around the back of her neck, threading my fingers into her hair. “It’s a great one.”
And then I kiss her.
Hard.
Messy.
Hungry.
She melts into it like she’s been waiting all damn day, one hand tangling in my shirt, the other sliding up my chest like she’s trying to memorize the shape of me. I grip her tighter, anchoring her to me, not letting her go anywhere. Not yet.
Her hips shift slightly, just a small adjustment – but it’s enough. Enough for my brain to short–circuit when I feel the heat of her press right down against me. Through the fabric of my jeans, I can feel her. Warm. Soft. Needy.
“Penny,” I breathe, dragging my lips along the curve of her jaw. “Tell me to stop.”
She doesn’t. Just shakes her head a little, her breath stuttering as she rolls her hips once more, slower this time. I grunt, my grip on her hips tightening.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” I whisper.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” she says, breathless.
Exactly. She hasn’t. And I’m already this far gone.
My hand slides under the hem of her shirt, palm flattening over the warm skin of her lower back. She arches into me, and it’s a miracle I don’t combust on the spot.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I mutter, dragging my mouth down her neck, letting my teeth scrape lightly at the spot just below her ear.
She gasps. And when I feel her fingers fist in the fabric of my shirt, I push up into her, just enough to make her whimper.
I groan. “You keep making that sound and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”
“Try me,” she whispers.
Dangerous words. Reckless.
God, I missed this fire in her.
I grip her waist, shifting slightly so I can press my back deeper into the seat and give her more leverage. Her breath catches again, mine, our foreheads nearly touching.
tilt her face toward
“Let me touch you,” I whisper.
“You already are,” she breathes.
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I shake my head. “Really touch you. Let me make you feel good, right here, Right now.”
Her lashes flutter, cheeks flushed, breath hot against mine.
A beat.
Then a nod.
That’s all I need.
My hand slides up under her shirt again, this time dragging higher. I don’t rush. I don’t need to. She’s trembling against me, her hips rolling in these subtle, needy little circles, and I can feel the heat soaking through the thin layers between us.
When my fingers brush over the soft lace of her bra, I hear the hitch in her breath
–
see the way her eyes flutter shut.
“Lift your arms, baby.”
She does. And I tug her shirt over her head in one smooth motion, dropping it somewhere in the backseat. My mouth is on her a second later kissing down the center of her chest, letting my tongue tease the edge of lace, then dragging slowly up the column of her throat.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur into her skin. “You ruin me.‘
Her fingers claw at my shoulders, her hips grinding into mine again, and this time I can’t stop the growl that rips from my throat.
I slide a hand down, between her thighs, my fingers pressing in just enough to make
her
shudder.
“Asher-”
“I got you,” I whisper, kissing her jaw. “Always.”
The windows fog around us.
Her hips roll again–slower, firmer–and I swear I black out for half a second.
She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me. How every breath she takes makes me want to fall to my knees and worship her. And the worst part? She’s not even trying. She never tries. It’s just who she is.
Natural. Beautiful. Effortless.
And mine.
Her thighs flex on either side of me as I cup her face, dragging my mouth to hers again. It’s not soft this time. It’s desperate. Starved. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her, devouring her, and she moans–right into me–and then bites my lower lip like she’s trying to ruin me on purpose.
“You keep doing that,” I rasp, my voice rough, “and I’m gonna make you come without even taking your clothes off.”
She smirks this wicked little smirk that’s gonna haunt my dreams–and shifts her weight just a bit. I feel her heat, soaked through her panties, pressed flush against the thick ridge of me beneath my jeans. I grunt, my fingers digging into her hips.
“Goddammit, Penny.”
I rock up into her, slow, hard. The friction makes both of us gasp. Her hands slam down on my chest to steady herself, and I watch her eyes hooded, lips parted, breathless and flushed–grind back down with purpose.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I say low, my mouth brushing hers. “You’re playing with fire, princess.”
She leans forward, her breath ghosting over my cheek. “Maybe I want to burn.”
Fuck.
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I growl soniething unintelligible and slide my hand down between us, past the waistband of her leggings, dragging it slowly beneath the dar underwear. And there she is.
Warm. Wet. Already aching.
Her whole body trembles at my touch. She makes this tiny sound in the back of her throat broken and needy–and i tilt her chin up so I can watch, bar apart.
“You’re already dripping for me,” I whisper, dragging a finger through her heat. “You gonna let me make you come just like this? In my lapt
She nods fast, her hands tightening on
shoulders.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, Asher, please.”
I slip two fingers inside her.
Her body jerks, head falling back, a curse slipping past her lips as she clenches around me. My thumb strokes her exactly where she needs it, just enough pressure to make her cry out.
I curse low, watching her lose control right here in the driver’s seat–my girl, in my lap, falling to pieces just for me.
Her hands fly to the headrest behind me, her hips moving on instinct now, chasing it. Her breath comes in soft, whimpering gasps, and I can feel her starting to shake.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, my voice ragged. “I’ve got you. Let go.”
Her body tightens, shudders once–then again–and she breaks.
Silent at first.
Then a moan so deep, so desperate, I nearly come undone right with her.
She crashes into me, face buried in my neck, her whole body trembling as she tries to catch her breath. I cradle her, kissing the side of her head, still stroking her gently through the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” I whisper into her hair. “You’re incredible.”
She’s still breathing hard, her voice muffled against my throat. “You’re evil.”
I grin. “You climbed on top of me, remember?”
She lifts her head, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy. “You started it.”
“Did not.”
She arches a brow. “Asher.”
I chuckle, kiss her slow and deep again, my hand still between her thighs, not ready to let her go just yet. Not when she’s soft and warm and still clinging to me like this.
“Want more?” 1 murmur.
Her nod is the smallest thing.
But it’s all I need.
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