Just a few minutes, and he would leave her alone.
Swallowing hard, Asher eased closer and rested his hand on the curve of her waist. He could feel her hipbone through the thin material of her nightgown. God, she was beautiful. She looked like an angel here in the dark, blanketed by that pretty blue. Blanketing him in that same blue. Angels and demons weren’t a match.
Asher’s eyes grew heavy, and his body relaxed muscle by muscle as he watched her sleep.
Just a few minutes, and he would leave her alone.
Just a few minutes of quiet.
Just a few minutes more.
And still…The Taker slumbered.
Chapter Five
So warm. Ashlyn scrunched up her nose and stretched, then moved closer to the warmth that snuggled against her back.
That warmth had a boner.
Her eyes flew open, and she looked down at the giant muscular arm that was draped across her waist. Yep, those were Asher’s tattoos on the hand. What the hell had happened last night? Oh my gosh, did we…?
No.
Asher was sexy, and she hadn’t taken a single sip of alcohol last night, so she would’ve definitely remembered sex with him. Plus, he was twice her weight. Literally. Sex with him would’ve squished her like a caterpillar, and she was still breathing.
Well, now what?
Asher groaned softly and rested his morning wood more securely against her butt. And her body, that little ho, arched back against him like a happy cat being petted.
His hand went from relaxed to gripping her waist in an instant. When he pulled her against his hips, her stomach did huge flip-flops with how fucking sexy this was.
It helped that she couldn’t see his face here in the gray light of dawn. He was behind her, and this felt safer. She was free to let him touch her because she could pretend this wasn’t real.
When his lips pressed onto the back of her neck, though, she was done. A small whimper crawled up her throat, and she rolled her hips back again and pulled the covers over their waists. Without a second of hesitation, Asher slid his hand down her thigh, then up her nightgown and into the front of her panties.
As he pushed his finger into her, she softly moaned, “Asher.”
He tensed, but then shoved his other arm under her, wrapped it around her waist and pulled her back against him, hard. There was a soft sound in his throat as he sucked on the back of her neck. A wild sound. She liked it.
Out of desperation for him to go faster, she rested her hand over his between her legs, but he bit her gently, and the feral sound got a bit louder. Let me. She could almost hear his words whispering through her mind. Chills lifted on her skin, and if she hadn’t been in the throes of passion, perhaps that instinct would’ve made her more careful with him. But as it stood, he was very, very good at what he was doing between her thighs, and she’d lost her damn mind completely.
She was close already, spurred on by his hard erection bucking against her back. God, he was so close to her, but so far away, separated by clothes. She hated their clothes. She wanted to burn them for keeping them apart.
“More,” she whispered.
Asher shook his head against the back of her neck in denial, his beard rasping against her sensitive skin.
They were moving together now, him against her back, her hips rolling against his hand. So natural. So good. Ashlyn let off a helpless sound every time his finger went deep enough and his hand touched her clit. He added a second finger, and she reached up over her shoulder, gripped the back of his neck, and closed her eyes to the world. Closed her eyes to everything so she could savor this incredible erotic sensation this man was filling her with.
Asher was grinding so hard against her back now, faster, jerkier. He had to be close, too, and it got her off even more. He plunged his fingers into her again and again, and she was done. Gone. Floating. When the first deep pulses of her orgasm blasted through her body, she cried out.
Asher eased off her back just enough to move his pants down and ruck her nightgown up to her shoulders. When he pressed against her again, she could feel his dick. So hard, and his strokes were fast and powerful against her spine. And as her aftershocks intensified, warmth spilled from him and coated her back. God, this was so hot. The sound in his throat was sexy as hell, and she’d never had an orgasm this blindingly pleasurable.
“Fuck,” he growled out as he froze against her back, his dick still throbbing. In a rush, he bolted from the bed. One second he was wrapped around her body, cradling her, hand in her panties, fingers inside of her, every inch of his torso pressed against her back. And then, he was just…gone.
Ashlyn turned around and frowned at the door, but Asher was already out of the room. He’d fled like his tail had been set on fire. Great bouncing gonads, that man was fast. If she hadn’t been covered in Asher-juice right now, she would’ve tried to convince herself she’d just had an erotic dream or something.
She started to feel sick. Nauseous sick. The kind that made her curl into herself and retch. Right behind her eyes was a stabbing pain of a headache, and her muscles ached like she’d run three miles.
Dizzy, she lay there staring at the door. She didn’t want to move for fear of everything going haywire again. Her skin was covered in a cold sweat, and she couldn’t stop shaking if her life depended on it.
And then just like that, the hurt stopped. Just…vanished. Carefully, Ashlyn sat up, clutching the covers to her chest.
What the hell had just happened? She hadn’t fooled around with a stranger like that since college. She’d deemed that time period the Scandalous Years. But all Asher had to do was almost kiss her last night and then lie against her this morning, and she buckled?