Asher tilted his head and leaned forward, his breath warm on my face. “You okay up there?”
A warmth seared through my cheeks. I could never get used to his closeness. Every time he got close, it’s like he lit up every nerve on my body like a Christmas tree. I nodded with a small smile. “I’m fine.”
The door dinged and I looked up. Preston had just strolled in like he owned the place. Burning anger slithered through my body like poison, demanding to be released in the form of violence. The rage consumed me, engulfing my moralities.
I made my way over to him before I had a chance to think about what I would do. Asher followed behind me.
“I knew you were a piece of shit, but this is low even for you!” My hands moved as I spoke. “How could you defend a child rapist?”
He hushed me, grabbed my forearm and moved us to the side of the door. “You knew I took on these kinds of cases.”
“Only when they were accused and evidence pointed toward them being innocent!”
Asher moved Preston’s hand off me and tucked me into his side.
Preston glared at Asher before narrowing his eyes down at me. “It’s about the money. Were you really that naive that you believed that lie I told you?”
I blew out another ragged breath. “Preston, come on. This is a ten-year-old little girl. Why are you helping make this harder on her?”
His smoldering stare held onto me that kept me frozen in front of him, despite Asher’s protective stance. “Your compassion really used to turn me on. I loved how weak you were.”
“She is not weak.” Asher tightened his hold on me.
My body stiffened. “You’re a fucking sicko. What kind of shitty person are you?”
He sighed, staring at Asher. “You’ve turned her pretty little mouth dirty. You should be ashamed.”
“You know what?” I snapped, gripping the end of Asher’s shirt. “You’re right. Asher has turned me into a dirty little thing. Something you were never capable of.”
His eyes flashed as his signature smirk appeared again. “We could always work things out, we used to be good together.”
“I’ll never be with a monster like you.”
He feigned a pout. “Baby, you were with this monster all along. You used to enjoy it.”
That anger boiled up once again and I opened my mouth to retort back but Asher shook his head. “He’s not worth it, Faith. Let’s go home.”
I clamped my mouth down and nodded. We turned toward the door and Preston made one last remark. “Have fun with my sloppy seconds, asshole!”
Asher stormed toward him and stopped just inches away. “I had her first. Hell, I was her first. And now, I’ll be her last. Stay the hell away from her.”
I grabbed Asher’s hand and hauled him away from Preston. We got in the truck and I mulled over the encounter with my psychopath of an ex.
“You didn’t have to go confront him, you know?” His hand rested on my thigh.
I licked my lips. “I know, but I was so angry. I don’t get how anyone could help someone like that.”
“I understand. I’m angry too but the best thing we can do is be there for Rosie.”
“You’re right. Thanks for helping me level out.” I squeezed his hand.
“We’re going to get through this case. I have a good feeling about this.”
Deep down, I knew he was right. There was no way we would lose. Rosie had concrete evidence, I just hoped Rosie would have an unbiased judge.
A pair of warm lips trailed down my collar bone, which brought me out of a peaceful sleep. Sunlight poured into the room, bathing us in the golden rays. Asher’s hands brushed against my exposed torso, and he murmured under his breath about the softness of my skin. My eyelids fluttered open, and we locked eyes for just a moment before he tugged my panties off. He kissed a path from my breasts downward, which left me utterly breathless. He was in no rush and took his time as he explored my body. His hands caressed my hips which sent tingles roaring through me. My back arched, and I knew where his fingers would soon reach. The anticipation grew with every minute that passed. My head leaned back against the pillow as he did, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, as he stuck one finger in and began to move in and out.
I panted. “Good morning.”
Suddenly, he stopped moving. He pulled his finger out and started another trail of kisses that moved from my stomach up to my breasts, with his hands tickling my sides as they glided up. He took his time as he licked and sucked on my nipples, and watched my body convulse under him.
One more touch and it was over. I felt electricity coursing through my skin, hormones shut off my brain and the buildup was too much to handle. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. Every kiss had a raw intensity - breaths rapid, heart rates increased, our tongues entwined, and then he pushed inside of me. I moaned as he sent waves of pleasure with every thrust. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He was my everything and the way he made my body his, was invigorating.
Asher was electric. Whenever he touched my skin, tingles of electricity exploded in a frenzy of static. It’d been that way since our first time. We moved in an intoxicating rhythm. I breathed heavily as I chased my climax. Within a split second, I was writhing beneath him. Time was forgotten. I craved the immense magnetic field between us. His body stiffened as he released a sexy moan into my ear, like a song made just for me.
He collapsed in a heap beside me. My body reeled from the explosive sex. It was always magical to be with Asher, and I was in Heaven thinking about this
