He calls over his shoulder, “And if you’re worried about sleeping tonight, don’t. There are security sensors everywhere, and I’ll know before you do if something is wrong.” He doesn’t even look back at me.
“Sleeping is the last thing on my mind,” I say under my breath, not wanting to share my thoughts with Ghost, even though I’m sure he has a fair idea.
“Me too,” I hear from behind me.
Her arms wrap around me and slide down my chest, hesitating slightly at my waistband as I slam the door shut.
Finally, in our own little world, I’m not waiting another second.
Spinning around and picking Asha up, my hands squeeze her ass as her legs wrap around my waist. Stalking to the bedroom, I place her down in front of a large bed, covered in a patchwork quilt.
I know exactly what Asha wants and needs.
Me!
“Strip naked, now! I’m about to make you forget everything except me.”
Her hands fumble, her body shivers.
I thought this was going to be all about her, but I’ve just realized… this is what we both need.
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.
Chapter Twenty-Five
ASHA
I don’t know what the rules are on how I should be feeling right now.
Everything is starting to fall apart, and although Kurt hasn’t told me yet, I have a feeling I’m in more danger than I was a week ago.
I should be freaking out now, my body all tense.
Yet all I’m concentrating on is Kurt standing at the door, saying goodbye to Ghost.
Fear is a funny thing.
It can make you fall apart and crumble to pieces; I know, because I’ve been there.
Or it can have your adrenaline running so high that it has your body on alert all the time. Alert to watch for danger, but also so alert that your sexual appetite is on fire, as you hope to drown out your thoughts.
Ever since he told me my parents are alive, all I’ve wanted to do is show him how much I love him and thank him for being my hero.
I admire the way his black t-shirt is pulled tight against his shoulder blades, revealing his back muscles. My eyes drift down those muscles, reminding me how strong he is. His ass fills out his cargo shorts nicely and his butt cheeks are as solid as a rock. I gives me flashbacks of when I was checking him out every day as he stripped to change into his wetsuit.
His black curls are a little longer than normal, I guess he hasn’t had time for a haircut. I kind of like them, though, it gives me more to run my fingers through.
Slowly stepping up behind him, I know I can’t keep my hands off him any longer. I slip my arms around him as he mentions not wanting to sleep, I can’t help myself.
Because I know there is no way my brain will be able to shut off now, and all it wants is for my body to be as close as possible to Kurt’s.
Before I have a chance to say any more, I’m in his arms, his hands on my ass and my body wrapped tight around him. He moves us straight to the bedroom, which is so quaint and homely. So different to the beach house but beautiful in its own way.
His mouth is so close to my lips, yet not touching, just hanging there making me want more. The softness of his breath brushes on my cheek. Oh my god, he’s killing me. My body is on fire, and I don’t want to put it out, instead just add more fuel to burn hotter.
He drops my feet to the ground and steps back, staring at me like I’m a precious object he’s not sure how to handle.
Until the moment the fire lights in his eyes.
“Strip naked, now! I’m about to make you forget everything except me.”
Holy shit.
My hands are fumbling, I can’t seem to stop the tingles that are racing through my body.
I want his hands on me, but I know this is part of the anticipation, drawing me into his world of hot passion.
All the feelings in the real world that are hard to handle are the complete opposite in the bedroom, when Kurt’s looking at me like this. Feeling vulnerable and letting him take control is what has my sexual tension peaking.
My clothes are now discarded on the floor, and although I don’t have the sexiest lingerie on, Kurt’s hands are now reaching for his shirt. As he pulls it up over his head, it’s enough to make me feel like I’m giving him all the right sparks in his libido.
“Did I say you could stop?” His voice is deep and raspy, just like he knows I love. His dirty talk is what has the electricity racing through me, and I see his body shudder as he’s saying it. Not that I think he has much control over it by the time we’re both this turned on.
“No, but I think I forgot how to undo my bra.” I might love him to take control, but I never said I’d give up my teasing. Part of the heat in our exchanges of power is seeing him teetering on the edge of trying to be in control before the raw animal instincts take over.
“So that’s how we’re going to play this, is it, my little vixen. Then instead, get on your knees and see if you can remember how to take my pants off and clean my cock with your mouth.”
Not even batting an eyelid, I’m hitting the wood on the floor that is hard on my knees, but I can’t even feel it. Blocking out everything around us and just being right here in the moment is what I long for.
“That’s right, Asha, I need you to show me how much you want me. That you can do as you’re told.”
“Mhmmm.” I hear
