But the center console is in the way, and I can’t get the angle I want, can’t touch her properly. My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my jeans, and the frustration of not being able to do what I want finally breaks through the haze of arousal.
I wrench myself back, breathing hard. My hand leaves her body and she makes a small sound of protest that nearly breaks my resolve. We’re fogging up the windows again, the glass steamy and opaque. “Inside. Now.”
I get out of the car, my legs a bit unsteady, and cross to her side. The cold air around me does nothing to cool me down as I open her door and lift her into my arms, carrying her toward the cabin.
She lets out a startled sound at the sudden change in perspective. “Asher! I can walk!”
“I know.” My arms tighten around her, holding her closer. “And I can carry you.”
She laughs breathlessly at that, looping her arms around my neck. “Such a gentleman.”
My response comes out rough against her ear, my voice dropping low and gritty. “You’re wrong about that. I’m not planning to be a gentleman with you at all, bright eyes. In fact, I’ve been having very ungentlemanly thoughts about you for days.”
She shivers in my arms, a full-body tremor that I feel all the way through me. “What kind of thoughts?”
“I’ve been thinking about getting you naked,” I answer, kicking the door closed behind us. “About spreading you out onyour bed and taking my time. Learning every inch of your body with my hands and mouth.”
I start up the stairs, my grip on her steady. “I’ve been thinking about making you scream my name, and what might make you scream the loudest. I’ve been thinking about burying my face between your thighs, about tasting you, about making you come on my tongue. Then doing it again with my fingers. Then again with my cock.”
By the time we reach her bedroom, she’s trembling and breathing hard, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I set her down by the bed, and immediately we’re kissing again. My hands are everywhere, roaming over her body, relearning the curves through her clothes before I get to see them bare. Her hands are doing the same to me, sliding under my shirt, nails scraping lightly over my abs.
We work to get each other’s clothes off, fumbling with buttons and zippers because we’re both too fucking impatient. She tugs my shirt off over my head, and her hands immediately go to my chest, exploring. I work on hers, finally getting it unbuttoned and sliding it off her shoulders.
When I get her bra off, I take a moment just to look at her. Her breasts are perfect, full and soft, nipples already hard. I lean down to kiss them, taking one nipple into my mouth and working it with my tongue while my hand cups the other breast.
She tastes faintly like apple cider from the market accident earlier, the sweetness mixing with her natural almond and cinnamon scent. It makes her taste even better, and I groan against her skin. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she arches into my mouth.
I back her toward the bed and lay her down on it, my hands working to get her jeans off. The button is stubborn and I curse under my breath, making her laugh breathlessly. When Iget them undone and slide them down her legs along with her panties, she’s finally naked in front of me.
I take a moment to just look at her laid out on the bed. She’s gorgeous. Curvy and soft in all the right places, her skin flushed with arousal. I can see that she’s already wet, and the knowledge that she wants this as much as I do makes my cock throb.
I climb over her, and she pulls me down into another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, like we have all the time in the world even though I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her soon.
But I want to do this right. Want to make it good for her.
I start working my way down her body, kissing a trail over her collarbone, between her breasts, across her soft stomach. When I get to her hips, I feel her tense beneath me.
I look up at her, pausing. “What’s wrong?”
Her face flushes, color spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She won’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m just… I’ve always been a little self-conscious about that. It’s not exactly the most flattering angle for me. It feels weird having someone’s face right there.”
The fact that she feels that way makes me pissed the fuck off at Daniel all over again. I can’t believe she doesn’t see herself the way I see her. Can’t believe she doesn’t understand how gorgeous she is, how much I want this.
I move back up to kiss her, pouring everything I feel into it. Then I say against her mouth, my voice rough with sincerity, “You’re beautiful. All of you. Especially this.”
My hand slides between her thighs, and she’s already wet, slick against my fingers. “I want to bury my face between these thighs, and I fucking love having something to hold on to. You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this.”
The way I talk to her, the hunger in my voice, seems to convince her. She relaxes slightly beneath me. “Okay.”
But I can still feel the tension in her body, can tell she’s nervous and still self-conscious. So I take my time kissing my way down slowly, building anticipation. Making sure she knows how much I want this, how much I’ve been fantasizing about it. I kiss across her stomach, nip at her hip bones, kiss the inside of her thigh.
When I finally settle between her legs and spread them wider, I take a moment just to look at her. She’s perfect. Pink and wet and ready for me. I nuzzle against her inner thigh, breathing in her scent.
“It drove me fucking crazy to watch you touch yourself last night,” I admit, lifting my head enough to meet her eyes past the line of her body. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to show you what it feels like when someone who knows what they’re doing puts their mouth on this perfect pussy.”
She inhales sharply, and I can feel the way her body responds to my words. I hold her gaze for a moment, wanting her to see the desire I know must be burning behind my eyes.
