It was far from the last thing on Lissa’s.
Asher’s coiled tension was palpable. His temper seeming to make even the air around them crackle. As for the way he kept prowling around her sitting room like some predatory beast… Lissa found it all very arousing.
How stupid was that?
Asher had at least a hundred pounds on her and a foot in height. His mood said he was more likely to cause her physical harm than make love to her.
And yet a part of her knew Asher wouldn’t hurt her. His job said he knew how to kill if he had to, but Lissa knew instinctively he would never physically harm her. Bruise her pride a little with those spankings, but never cause her actual physical harm.
He might not have been serious in his suggestion a few minutes ago, but it didn’t sound like such a bad idea to her…
“Where are you going?” Ash scowled as Lissa rose to her feet, the answer to that question becoming obvious as she walked toward him, a determined glitter in those golden-topaz eyes as she threw off her jacket. “Lissa…?” He watched her warily as she stepped out of her high-heeled shoes, losing three inches in height, before she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. “What the hell are you doing?” His voice was a strangulated rasp as her fingers moved to unfasten the single button on his trousers.
Her glance was teasing beneath thick lashes. “I must be doing something wrong if you don’t know.” She slowly slid the zipper downward.
Ash’s desire was instant, primal, as his cock surged up long and thick inside his boxers, the tip already slick with precum.
His hands moved to her shoulders, fingers gripping tightly. “I’m really not what you want right now.”
“You’re exactly what I want,” she purred. “Right now.”
“I have no control left.” He held her away from him as she pushed his boxers and trousers down to his thighs, allowing his bare, engorged cock to surge free. “You scared the shit out of me earlier with your disappearing act. If you do this, I won’t—I can’t be considerate or gentle.”
“Did I ask you to be either of those things?” Her gaze was on his erection as she ran the moist tip of her tongue suggestively across her lips.
“No.” Ash’s fingers tightened as he all too easily imagined that pink tongue licking and stroking the straining length of his cock.
But he couldn’t let her do this. Could he? “I’m not going to spank you,” he assured her gruffly. “I’m not going to do anything to you—”
“I know that.”
“—I’m just very angry right now and needed to verbally vent— What did you say?” He stared down at her.
The warmth of one of her hands wrapped about his cock. “Asher, I’m not trying to seduce you because you threatened to spank me. Or in the hope of dissipating some of your anger. Do either of those things even sound like me?” she added teasingly.
No, they didn’t. He’d known Lissa was outspoken, fiery, and a totally independent and confident woman from the first night he met her. Nothing about her had changed in the past year. If anything, she was even more of all those things.
Which must mean she wanted to do this.
Ash’s breath caught in his throat as she began to stroke her fingers along his rigid length. “Why?”
“You still owe me for Sunday morning. We owe each other for Sunday morning.” Her hand remained wrapped about his cock as she leaned forward to run her tongue moistly over the mushroom head, lapping up the precum. “Mm, you taste delicious.” Her face was flushed with pleasure.
“Lissa…!”
“Just relax and let me do this, Asher.” She parted her lips and took the whole of that bulbous head into the heat of her mouth, the soft rasp of her tongue a continued caress along his length.
Relax? His cock was being sucked into the moist inferno of Lissa’s mouth, and she was telling him to relax? Damn it, his legs were shaking so much, he wasn’t sure they would continue to support him.
“I need to sit down before I fall down,” Ash muttered. If Lissa was going to do this, and she seemed determined she was, then he wanted to enjoy every second of it and not worry he was going to hurt her by falling on her when his legs finally gave out.
Lissa raised her head slowly, reluctant to release Asher. So much so she lingered to give his cock one last greedy lick. “These need to come off.” She pulled his trousers and boxers all the way down to his ankles. “You’ll feel pretty stupid if you fall flat on your— Come to think of it…” She admired the long length of his burgeoning cock. “I don’t think it would be your face you landed on first.”
“You’re doing wonders for my ego.” Asher chuckled as he removed his shoes and she helped him step out of his clothes.
She sat back on her heels. “The socks have to go too. Not in the least sexy.”
“Might as well take it all off while I’m at it.”
Watching Asher strip made Lissa’s nipples ache and increased the desire pooling between her thighs. Seeing him completely naked—wide shoulders and muscular chest, flat washboard abdomen with that delicious vee of muscle going down to his groin, the thick length of his cock jutting up from a nest of dark curls—was enough to make her mouth water too.
“Sit,” she instructed huskily.
“Yes, ma’am.” He eyed her mockingly as he dropped naked into one of the armchairs.
Lissa nudged Asher’s thighs apart as she moved in between his legs before stretching up, her hands on his shoulders for support as she bent to claim his lips with her own. She had always loved Asher’s deep and demanding kisses in the past, and it was no different now as her lips parted to the invasion of his tongue.
She offered no resistance when Asher pulled her up until she was sitting on his bare thighs, her arms moving up about his shoulders, fingers entangled in his hair, as she allowed herself to become lost in the pleasure of his mouth claiming hers.
She arched her neck when Asher broke the kiss and his lips traveled the length of her throat.
“One of us is still overdressed.” His breath was a warm caress across her skin.
“Then undress me.”
He chuckled softly. “I never liked bossy women until I met you.”
Lissa sat up to slowly begin to unfasten the buttons down the front of her blouse. “How about now?”
The darkness of his gaze followed her movements until her blouse was completely unfastened, revealing the cream lace bra beneath cupping the fullness of her breasts. “I love your unique brand of bossiness.”
“Right answer.” Lissa gave a breathy laugh, standing up to take off her blouse before unzipping her skirt. “And this time, if anyone telephones or knocks on the door, we’re going to ignore them,” she warned as she pushed the skirt slowly downward until it fell about her ankles. “I refuse to be interrupted again.”
Ash drew his breath in sharply as he looked at Lissa wearing only a cream bra and flesh-colored stockings held up by cream suspenders. Actual stockings and suspenders! They were sexy as hell, and he was sure every other man on the planet agreed with him, but very few women actually wore them nowadays.
Unless they were intent on seduction.
Ash somehow didn’t think that was it in Lissa’s case. She had told him she wasn’t involved with anyone, and she certainly hadn’t worn the sexy underwear for him.
“Wearing sexy underwear makes me feel good.” She offered the explanation softly.
“It looks good on you too.” Ash stood up to grab his cell phone and a foil packet from his jacket pocket before sweeping her up in his arms and heading down the hallway. “I’m going to finish unwrapping you in the bedroom.”
“You make me sound as if I’m gift wrapped.” She chuckled huskily.
“Or a particularly enticing box of chocolates.” He nodded. “Mouthwatering on the outside, and soft and delicious on the inside.”
A delicate blush colored her cheeks. “I’m not sure I want to waste time on the outside until later. I’ve been aching for days now t
o finish what we started.”
Ash felt the same way. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t intend driving Lissa wild with pleasure first. He had a feeling all bets would be off once he had his cock in her pussy.
He lay her down on top of the bedcovers, placing his cell phone and the foil packet on the side table before removing her lace panties and bra. “Can we leave the stockings and suspenders on?”
“Kinky.”
“God, yes,” he acknowledged as he stretched out on the bed on his stomach beside her, leaning on his elbow to look his fill of her. “It’s every man’s fantasy to have a woman’s legs wrapped about his waist when she’s wearing stockings and suspenders.” He cupped her face in his palms as he kissed her slowly and passionately. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“You really think I’m beautiful…?”
“No, I think you’re ugly as sin,” he teased. “You’re breathtaking, Lissa.” He sobered. “Your hair is the color of leaves in autumn.” He curled several of those silky auburn strands about his fingers. “Your eyes are a clear yellow topaz. You have skin like velvet. Full and sexy lips. I could do without the stubborn chin, of course, but— Hey, I bruise easily,” he protested teasingly as she punched him lightly on the arm.
“Wuss.”
He grinned down at her. “Am I going to be allowed to finish my compliments?”
“Only if you’re quick about it. I’m getting tired of waiting.” She moved restlessly against him to prove the point.
“Complaints, complaints.” He shook his head. “I’m just getting to the good stuff too.” He slid farther down the bed until his face was on a level with her breasts. “These”—his hands moved to cup beneath them—“are a perfect fit for my hands.”
“That’s because you have big— Oooh.” Lissa gave a low groan as the soft pads of Asher’s thumbs made a sweeping caress across her hardened nipples, pleasure coursing down to blossom between her thighs. She could feel her nether lips plumping and moistening.
Asher held her gaze as he lowered his head to rasp the moistness of his tongue across those swollen tips before suckling them in turn into his mouth. “Mm.” He murmured his approval as he gazed at those swollen berries. “Now, where was I? Oh yes.” He moved to lie between her parted legs before sliding even farther down the bed, his lips a warm caress across the sensitized flesh of her abdomen, lingering to sweep his tongue across that phoenix tattoo on her hip, before moving lower still. “These curls are slightly darker.” Fingertips brushed the curls covering her mound. “But just as silky to touch.” His fingers gently parted those trimmed curls. “And this”—his tongue swept over her throbbing clitoris, causing Lissa to moan and arch up into the caress—“is so responsive. Your lips here are juicy and wet.” His tongue licked slowly along her crease before delving into the tightness of her channel. “God, you taste and feel so good,” he groaned. “I could stay here and eat you for hours.”
“Please…”
“Hmm.” His eyes gleamed wickedly when he glanced up at her. “Now that I think about it, I haven’t had any lunch today…”
“Then by all means…” Lissa parted her legs wider in invitation.
“You are so goddamn sexy.” Asher nuzzled his face against her mound, tongue flicking against her clitoris. “So tight,” he murmured as he dipped the tip of a finger into her channel.
Lissa groaned as his tongue continued that arousing flick against her clit and he pushed that finger farther inside her. To the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in. Stretching her as he began to slowly thrust deeper, then from side to side, until her muscles were relaxed enough for a second finger to join the first. Both of them thrust now, stroking, causing her juices to flow copiously.
Lissa almost arched up off the bed when those two fingers curled forward and began to stroke the knot of nerves deep inside her, intensifying her pleasure as his mouth sucked on her clit, tongue pressing against that erect and throbbing nubbin.
She cried out as her orgasm broke free and pounded through the whole of her body. Wave after wave of never-ending and delicious release. “So good,” she groaned. “So, so good.”
Ash’s tongue rode Lissa’s clit through her orgasm, and he removed his fingers and lapped up the flood of her juices only once she lay back against the pillows, completely satiated.
Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, her lips moist and parted. Her arms lay limply at her sides. Her nipples were still full and red from Ash’s earlier suckling and pulling on them. Her legs were splayed, revealing her red and erect clit and those slick, swollen nether lips.
All while she was still wearing the suspenders and stockings…
Right now, Lissa looked utterly wanton.
Totally sexy.
And Ash wanted to be inside her.
He rose up on his knees, hands shaking as he opened the foil packet and rolled the condom down the length of his cock. He fisted and stroked the bulbous tip through her juices for extra lubrication before positioning at her opening. “Lissa…?”
She opened heavy lids to look at him. “God, yes,” she encouraged as she saw what he was doing, her cheeks taking on an extra flush as she moved to rub the wetness between her thighs against his cock.
Ash pushed forward, slowly breaching her entrance before pushing inside her, inch by glorious inch, until he was fully seated inside her.
It was like having his cock clenched in a hot silken fist as the aftershocks of Lissa’s orgasm caressed along his length. He never wanted to leave, could stay here, enveloped in Lissa’s heat, forever.
Except he wanted her lips again. To taste her, possess her, to draw her essence inside him at the same time as he gave himself to her.
Am I making love to and with Lissa?
Ash knew he’d never felt like this with another woman. He’d had sex. He’d fucked. But this felt like something else entirely. A deeper connection. A meeting of their emotions as well as their bodies.
He felt paralyzed with shock at the realization.
Whatever was happening here, it scared the shit out of him.
More than thinking he’d lost Lissa earlier this morning? That she was lying dead somewhere? Or that she wasn’t dead but some madman had got her and was torturing her?
Hell, no!
Nothing could compare to the raw pain of emotion he had felt earlier.
“Asher…?” Lissa had no idea where Asher had gone inside his head, only that he was no longer with her. From the agonized expression on his face, he had gone to a very bad place.
He gave a shake of his head as he refocused, jade flecks glittering in the darkness of his eyes as he lay down on top of her, his weight on his elbows as his face came level with hers. “You’re a dangerous woman, Lissa Forsythe.”
She blinked. “I am?”
“You may just be my kryptonite.” He nodded, narrowed gaze searching her heated face.
Lissa’s arms moved up about the bareness of his shoulders. “You don’t feel as if you’re weakening to me,” she teased, the undulation of her hips pushing him deeper inside her and causing him to groan throatily. “Not at all.”
Asher gave a husky chuckle. That laughter faded and then stopped as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes and they began to slowly move together.
Lissa was too relieved to have Asher back totally concentrated on her and their lovemaking to want to question the reason for his distraction seconds ago. They both had emotional wounds in their past they would rather not talk about, but they were together, here and now, and that was all that mattered.
“I need to be deeper. Much, much deeper.” Asher groaned and moved up onto his knees to place her legs over his shoulders before moving forward again, this new position allowing for greater penetration with each increasingly forceful thrust. “Every part of you belongs to me now,” he growled, eyes glittering fiercely as his head lowered and he claimed her mouth. “Say it, damn it,” he growled minutes later, jaw clenched. “Say you b
elong to me, body and soul.”
“Asher—”
“Fucking say it!”
Lissa had thought their lovemaking a year ago was intense. Wild. Passionate. But this, hearing and feeling Asher’s urgency, his demand she give up ownership of her body and soul to him, went way beyond that.
Except he didn’t ask for my heart.
“I want to hear it, Lissa.”
The thrust of Asher’s cock inside her was punishing now, setting off minor explosions within Lissa. She could feel her pleasure rising higher with each remorseless snap of Asher’s hips, her body crying out for a release he refused to give her.
“Say the words.” Sweat beaded Ash’s brow as he fought off his own release until Lissa had given him her full surrender. Cum boiled in his balls, his cock full and aching, and each contraction of Lissa’s channel brought that release ever closer. “Say it.” His hands moved to cup her breasts, fingers squeezing and pulling on her engorged nipples. “I want the words, damn it.”
She gasped. “I belong to you, Asher.”
“Body and soul.”
“Body and— Oh God, Oh God…!” She cried out, her spine bowing, pushing her nipples harder against his caressing fingers as she came about his pulsing and hotly ejaculating cock.
Chapter 11
“I’m guessing there won’t be time for any postcoital conversation,” Lissa murmured ruefully at the sound of the ringtone of Ash’s cell phone. The two of them lay on their sides facing each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Ash’s semihard cock still nestled in Lissa’s heat.
Ash wasn’t sure he even had the ability to talk after the fierceness of his release. It had felt as if his insides were being ripped out and poured into Lissa.
Nor was he sure he wanted to talk to anyone. A part of him still reeled at the possessiveness he had shown minutes ago, the need he’d felt to own Lissa. Body and soul.
What the fuck was all that about?
“You really should answer that,” Lissa prompted as Ash made no move to take the call.
Of course he had to answer the call, even if it turned out to be Gabriel, checking in because he’d spoken to Zander and now knew Ash had gone ape-man earlier. But right now, Ash would even take a disapproving blast from his brother. Would welcome the distraction, in fact, from whatever the hell was going on between him and Lissa.
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