My orgasm builds and builds on itself, and the pleasure is so intense that I’m almost afraid of it. It winds tighter and tighter as Asher moves faster and increases the pressure of his thumb. Then he pinches my clit and angles his hips in just the right way, and I explode around him, crying out his name, my eyes never leaving his.
“Fuck, baby, you are so gorgeous when you come,” Asher grinds out, as his hands come back to my hips. Pleasure rollsthrough me as Asher grips my body, fucking me from below, his thrusts speeding up until they lose their rhythm, his hips jerking as he groans out his orgasm. I feel a rush of warmth as he spills inside me, and I roll my hips against his, riding us both through our releases.
When the pleasure wanes, I melt against him, dropping my head to his shoulder. Asher kisses my temple and runs a hand up and down my back as the water swirls around us.
“Juliette that was…you are…” He huffs out a laugh and seems to give up, leaning his head against mine as our heartrates slow against each other. When our breathing returns to normal, he cups my cheek and guides my head up so our eyes meet. Then he drops his mouth to mine in a long, slow kiss that has my brain fuzzing and sparks lighting behind my eyes.
“Thank you for loving me,” he whispers when we break apart. “The best thing that ever happened to me is being loved by you.”
Jesus fuck. This man is probably going to kill me with sweetness. In the face of that truth, I give him one of my own.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t do anything but love you.”
“Juliette.” His voice is thick, and the emotion in his eyes is the twin to what I feel inside of me. No more words are necessary between us. Instead, Asher wraps his arms back around me, and we hold each other close under the night sky.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Julie
The little voice stops us just as we step off the jetway into the Pittsburgh airport.
“Are you Asher Hansley?”
The little boy is about seven or eight, and he’s staring up at Asher with a mixture of awe and disbelief on his face. I smother a laugh at the look on the face of the man standing beside the boy who I assume is his father. Seems no boy of any age is immune to being starstruck by a famous athlete. During our two weeks away, I mostly forgot Asher is mega-famous. Except for a couple fans here and there, being away from Pittsburgh meant he could generally move around incognito. But now that we’re back, it seems like that quiet interlude is over. I haven’t really considered what it would be like to date someone famous, but I guess I better get used to it, and quick.
Asher immediately crouches down so he’s on the boy’s level.
“I sure am buddy. What’s your name?”
The boy’s grin lights up his entire face. “I’m Tommy.”
Asher grins right back. “Nice to meet you, Tommy. You like football?”
“Yes! It’s my favorite. I play on a team, and I’m a quarterback too.”
Asher holds up his fist and Tommy bumps it with his. “Don’t tell my wide receivers I said this, but quarterback is the best position on the team.”
Tommy nods, eyes wide. “I’ll never tell,” he says solemnly. “But you’re totally right. Can we take a picture together? My friends at school are never going to believe I met you.”
“You bet.”
Asher puts his arm around the boy, and the dad takes the picture while my heart explodes from cuteness at their twin grins, and my ovaries start screaming at me to have this man’s babies. It’s a weird flex considering having kids has never been at the top of my to do list, but Asher Hansley has a way of making me consider all kinds of things I never have before.
Asher stands up and shakes the dad’s hand then turns back to Tommy. “I know it’s awhile from now, but how would you like to come to the home opener when the season starts again? If your dad gives me his phone number, I can have someone from the team call you and set it up.”
Tommy’s eyes widen again. “Really? Can I? Can we?” He looks up at his dad with a pleading expression on his face.
His dad chuckles. “Sure.” Then he turns to Asher. “Thanks for this. You made his day.”
“Anytime.” Asher high fives Tommy and puts the dad’s number in his phone to pass along to the Renegades PR people. When they walk away, he takes my hand and laces his fingers through mine as we follow the signs to the train that will take us to baggage claim.
“So, it turns out you’re, like, super famous.” I bump my shoulder with his.
He leans over and drops a kiss on my forehead. “Nah, Juliette. I’m just a simple guy from Colorado playing a little game.”
I snort out a laugh. “There’s nothing simple about getting stopped in airports by awestruck kids and their hero worshipping dads who look at you like you hung the moon. And having half the airport stare at you as you walk? That’s celebrity levels of famous, Hot Shot.”
He stops walking suddenly, pulling me out of the way of passersby and behind a column next to an empty gate, giving us the illusion of privacy. He spins us so my back is against the column, and he is standing in front of me, one hand planted next to my head, the other on my hip. The look on his face is serious, and his eyes bore into mine.
