“Easy?” I chuckled. “Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to wear you down? I tried everything on you. You rejected me every time.”
“Maybe because I don't find man whores like yourself attractive.”
“Is that so.” Her pink underwear were soaked when I pulled at them. “I wonder how you explain this, then.”
She searched for excuses, but there were none. Tired of waiting, I scooped her up in one arm and heaved her small frame over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” She howled and smacked me. “I'm not just some cavewoman you can haul around like a piece of property.”
“Put you down? Your wish is my command.”
I kicked open the bedroom door and set her on the mattress. She opened her mouth to complain, but any old fool could see the desire in her eyes.
“Tell me,” I whispered, lifting her dress. “Admit how much you want this.”
“I – ”
“Because I've wanted you for so long, Sarah. Too long.”
“I...” She was still shy. Adorable. “I've wanted you, too.”
That was all I needed to hear. Finally, after all this time, she was mine.
Chapter 9 - Sarah
I couldn't protest anymore. The alcohol in my veins and that tortuous ache deep inside would not allow it.
Asher's lips on my thigh felt so good. When was the last time I'd been kissed like this? Had I ever? No. Reagan never cared enough about me to take his sweet time.
But I never expected Asher to be patient and generous in the bedroom. Sleeping with him was a horrible idea, yet...
I was eager to see what happened next. That much, I couldn't deny.
“Five years,” he murmured, lifting my dress. “I've never waited five years for anyone, but you, Sarah, are special.”
He slowly pulled my underwear down. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Was I really going to expose myself to Asher Carrington, business rival and biggest jerk in Grant City?
“I know I'm going to regret this.”
He laughed softly as he worked his way up my leg with kisses. His warm breath on my slit made me tremble. It was a terrible tease, but I'd not give him the satisfaction of begging for more.
“You won't be saying that when I'm finished with you.”
Oh God. His mouth was... Mmm. Yes, he was very good with it. So all of his bragging hadn't just been for show, it seemed.
Now I felt like an idiot for denying myself this for so long. I'd told myself I had pride and more dignity than to wind up naked in Asher's bed.
His fingers entered me; I yelped, unused to a man touching me so intimately. Surprise quickly gave way to pleasure, however.
“You're enjoying this.”
I caught him staring back at me, his usually steely eyes full of warmth and desire. It was such a smoldering look, I couldn't tolerate it for long.
“W-what do you think?”
“You're so quiet,” he murmured, moving his fingers teasingly slow while I squirmed. “It's all right to make a little noise now and then. How else will I know when I'm doing it right?”
He wanted me to guide him. He wanted to satisfy me.
Now I was confused. Conflicted.
Reagan never asked if I liked what he did to me. Never cared whether I got off, only that he did. I figured for such a long time that all men were like that – especially types like Asher.
But here he was, proving me wrong. What else might I have gotten wrong about him?
“Well?” He trailed the flat of his tongue up and down until I couldn't take it anymore. “Talk to me, Sarah.”
“Talking's hard to do with your face between my legs. Do you want me to moan and groan, like a porn star?”
“...I just want you to be yourself.”
Myself, he said. Who even was that, really? I'd only ever slept with one man. Was practically a virgin. Our boring, lukewarm encounters, always the same, never anything new, that was how I accepted sex to be.
Reagan didn't care that I kept my mouth shut. He never said a word about my silence as he plowed away, like little more than a robot.
I was always dissatisfied, but at least the routine was comfortable. The very thought of telling Asher what to do embarrassed me.
He was kissing me now, his lips dancing over my sensitive folds. Why did he stop that awesome tongue thing? Did he not know how close he had me?
The twinkle in his eye said that he knew, all right. He was trying to force the confession out of me, to make me beg for that release.
Never did I think I'd ever beg Asher for anything.
“Something you want to say?”
“Keep doing... the other thing.” My cheeks burned as I stumbled over the words. “You know.”
His hand slid beneath me and gave my butt a squeeze. “Now we're getting somewhere. Not so hard, is it?”
Easy for him to say – oh, yes. He lapped at me faster, harder. It felt so freaking good that I let loose a moan and wasn't the least bit ashamed about it.
But I was empty. Needed more.
“Fingers,” I gasped, desperate for that penetration. “Please...”
He sank them into me and gave me exactly what I needed. What was he doing to me? So deep and intense, his movements brought me back to the edge in seconds.
The orgasm took me by surprise and I swear, I'd never come so hard in my life. Not by my own hand, and not with any other man. Asher was so good that it defied belief.
“See? You want something from me, all you have to do is ask.”
“As if it's so easy.”
“But it is.” He grinned as he pulled off his shirt. “I'm a
