Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
While I’m waiting, I have a long talk with myself. A chance like this with Asher Forbes might not ever come around again. It’s time for me to stop playing it safe and make a play for the superstar who’s been filling my dreams since I was in grade school.
I’m pacing my hotel room when I hear a loud knock. I walk over to the door and take a deep breath before pulling the door open. “You look gorgeous,” Asher growls before stepping in to kick the door shut. “I fucking missed you, Aphrodite.”
Before I’m able to respond, he covers my lips with his. As his tongue explores the inside of my mouth, I melt against his hard body and hold on for the wild ride. His hands move slowly down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he gives my rear-end a squeeze, my lady parts tingle with anticipation and I jump in with both feet.
“We need to stop so I can take you out for dinner,” he whispers against my lips, and I instinctively shake my head no. I don’t want him to stop.
“Don’t stop.” My hunger for him overrides my inner virgin who’s worried I’m moving too fast.
“Fucking hell, I can’t resist you.”
“Then don’t resist me.” I lean up and bite his bottom lip, causing him to growl my name, while I run my hand down the front of his muscular body. When I reach the large bulge tenting the front of his tight blue jeans, I wrap my hand around it and give a squeeze, hoping to convince him I’m serious.
“Fuck,” he gasps against my neck before gently biting down on my earlobe. The little sting of pain sends electricity shooting straight down the center of my body right to my aching lady parts.
I groan his name as he runs his hands down my back to grab the hem of my tight black dress. He nibbles on the side of my neck as he slowly lifts the silky material past my rear-end and up to my waist. Cool air brushes across my heated flesh, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Are you sure, Aphrodite?”
“Abso-posi-lutely.” I smile, forcing the butterflies in my tummy to calm their little selves down.
“Thank God,” he breathes against my neck before slowly running his tongue along my collarbone.
His touch is turning my mind to mush, and there’s something he needs to know before we go too far. “But I have to tell you something.” His entire frame stiffens, so I rush on before my little announcement kills the mood. “I haven’t ever done this.”
He growls something under his breath that I’m pretty sure sounds like “Thank God,” before smiling down at me. “That’s a good thing, Aphrodite. ‘Cause I’d hate to spend the first thirty years of our relationship behind bars for killing any asshole who dared to touch you.” Oh my. My mind shuts off at the words as my heart and hungry lady parts take over when he closes his lips over mine.
Asher walks me back until my knees hit the bed before giving me a little push. As I gently bounce on the soft bed, he reaches for the buttons on his black shirt. I lean up on my elbows and watch the private show.
Holding my breath, I watch as he ever-so-slowly undoes each of the tiny buttons before pulling it off.
Wow. My eyes trail over his wide shoulders, taking in the dark trail of hair running down the center of his muscular chest to his waist where he’s slowly pulling off his belt. Once he drops it on the floor, he unhooks his jeans and slowly slides the zipper down.
“Are you still with me?” he asks, and I nod, knowing I’ll never get any words past my dry throat.
He kicks away his shoes and pushes his jeans down his legs. I bite my bottom lip and stare at the tight black boxer briefs attempting to hold back his rather massive erection.
My eyes almost bulge out of my head when he slides the underwear off and his huge shaft springs free. He wraps his hand around the length and slowly strokes himself while I squirm on the bed waiting for my turn. I should be a little concerned about how we’re going to make this work, but I’m too hungry for a taste of Asher to worry.
“Touch me.” He steps close to me and takes one of my hands, and I drop back to lie on the edge of the bed. As I wrap my hand around his erection, I feel wetness seeping from my center. I slowly explore the silky, hard-as-steel member while he tears my dress the rest of the way over my head and tosses it away.