4. Asher

First I pull the shirt over my shoulders and drop it to the floor, then I pull the covers back. I keep them up so Bri can get it inside me. I know every little movement she’ll make as she slips in. How her shoulders do a shimmy when she nestles down beside me and the contented little sigh that slips from her sweet lips as she rests her head on my shoulder and I lay my arm over the covers and over the curve of her hip when she’s settled.

We’ve done this a hundred times before, and I’d take this every day for the rest of my life if I could. I love the moment when she’s right here and everything is safe and still. There’s not a worry in the world. Just me and her.

“Are you trying to sleep?” she questions and my heavy eyes open as I tile my head to peer down at her. The comfort rustles as she lets the tips of her fingers skim over the rough stubble lining my jaw.

“I’m exhausted but no,” I joke and tighten my grip on her. I worked all morning to finish the jobs that were due to be done by my father last night. “I only slept a few hours last night,” I tell he and leave it at that. My father was screaming at me for taking over his job – I can’t have peace in that house. Not if there’s beer in it and my father’s reddened face and clenched fist. There’s never any peace anymore.

She’s quiet a moment, before she says hesitantly, “Was it because of my text?”

My throat tightens, I don’t even want to think about her texting me that I needed to be a better boyfriend. I can’t. I’m barely hanging on as it is.

“I promise you I’ll do the best I can, Bri. You know that right?”

“I know.” Her head falls to my shoulder and I know there’s something she wants to ask. It’s from the way her lips stay parted and how she glances up at me before down to my chest where her fingers play in the bit of hair there. I almost tell her I bought a ring. I almost ask her to marry me right here and now, but I don’t have it on me and I don’t want to propose like this. All I want to do is give her the security she’s begging me for and I may not be able to fly out to see her every weekend, but I show her she’s mine. I can show her I’m serious.

“You smell like you just got out of the shower,” she changes the subject and I let out a huff of a laugh. “I love the way you smell,” she murmurs and then kisses me on my throat. My cock stirs slightly from how tender and soft her touch is.

“Bri baby, don’t…” I warn her.

“I’m not doing anything,” she teases under the covers.

“I know that hip roll”

“Which one?” her tone is tempting. “This one?” she mocks and a grin forms on my face before both of us laugh. She’s just playing around and I pull her in closer, kissing her temple before she settles back down.

Everything about her is warmth and comfort. Before I can stop myself I tell her, “I missed you.”

She doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t hide the agony of longing in her voice, “I miss you every day Asher. Every single day you’re not with me, I miss you.”

She’s quick to kiss me again and this time it’s on the lips. It’s short and isn’t meant to tease me but she does.

I kiss her back if for no other reason than to soothe that bit of pain. But one kiss turns into another. Testing and tempting, her soft body never leaving mine. I’m cock’s hard in an instant and when she kisses me again, I deepen it. Slipping my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parts them for me. The moment my tongue strokes against hers, she moans into my mouth, her thigh slipping around mine until she’s straddling me under the covers, her forearms resting on either side of my head.

When I break the kiss, I look up at my gorgeous girlfriend. Her sun kissed skin and the kindness in her green eyes. “I thought you said don’t?” she questions teasingly.

With an asymmetric grin, I wrap my arm around her waist and flip her under me in a swift motion. A squeal leaves her as she grips onto my shoulders in surprise. The moment her back lands and she’s under me, that smile hits her face.

The genuine one that I wish I could see every day. That thought forces me to take her lips back, mid laugh of hers and kiss her with everything I have. She moans again, this tortured sound of need that I fucking love.

Her legs are spread for me, her heels digging into my ass. As I rock myself against her, she writhes against me.

“Too many clothes,” I scold her playfully as I pull back. The heat around us more than working us up. I work her shorts off first, letting my fingers glide down her skin as I do. A beautiful blush hits her cheeks when I move my hand between her thighs, the thin lace that’ll go next separating my palm from her pussy.

“Already wet for me?”

Her gaze rips from mine as her cheeks redden even further. Leaning up, I nip her neck and her entire body tenses with a wanton gasp. “Answer me baby,” I command.

“Yes.” She whispers.

“Yes, what?” I look into her eyes and she stares back. There’s a skip in my chest, one beat and then another that’s harder and more needy. Like she can control the beat of my heart.

“I’m ready for you.”

Knowing what this woman does to me makes me pause as I realize I can never lose her.

“Take your hair down,” I tell her and she obeys. Then I help her with her own shirt and flick the snap of her bra undone. The moment her breasts are exposed, I tease her nipple, suckle it into my mouth. My tongue flicks against them as they peak and harden.

I take my time toying with her, but my girl is needy and so damn ready. She pushes against my jeans with her feet, as if they could be enough to rid me of them.

“Too many clothes,” she mocks me with a lust filled gaze as her chest rises and falls more heavily than before.

It’s tense between us, the pull not letting me take my eyes off hers as I kick off my pants. I stroke myself once, a bead of precum already at the head of my dick. Slipping myself between her slick folds, I tease her clit as I kiss her.

The way she gasps with my lips right there is everything. It’s all I want and need.

“Bri,” I whisper her name as I line myself up.

Her questing look meets mine. “I love you.”

With both of her hands splaying in my hair, she tells me she loves me and kisses me with every ounce of sincerity there is in this whole damn world.

Her lips press and mold to mine and I slam into her in one swift stroke, filling her and forcing her head to fall back from the sudden sensation.

She’s tight as all hell. So I give her a moment to adjust. A mewl leaves her and I rock against her, not moving just yet and kissing down her neck. It doesn’t take long for her body to remember mine and I pull out then thrust back inside of her in an easy rythym, then harder and faster.

A cold sweat lines my skin as her nails gently scrape along my back. As I fuck her deeper and her small cries of pleasure fill the room, she tightens and spasms on my cock. Coming undone so easily for me.

I ride through her pleasure, kissing along her jaw and she clings to me. It’s only when my thumb finds her clit again, that her piercing eyes find mine and she moans my name.

“Asher,” my name on her lips is wrapped in desperate need for love.

And fuck do I love her. We nearly say it at the same time and I take her again and again, not wanting this to end.

* * *

I’ve learnedmy lesson before, so before I go down the hall to get what I need to clean her up, I slip my jeans on. She’s still as can be on her bed, trying to keep the evidence of what we’ve done from getting onto the sheets.

I can’t help but smirk as I stare down at her with that just fucked look. Her hair is a messy halo and her chest is still flushed.

Once all is taken care of, I get back under the covers to cuddle with her again, and it’s not long before reality sets in.

“When are your parents going to be home?”

“You thinking of going back to the hangar?” she answers me with a question of her own.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t want to go back home at all “I know I don’t want to be naked and in your bedroom when they do come home though.”

“We could go downstairs and turn something on … would that?—”

“I’d love that,” I cut her off. We have time to go from cuddling on the sofa to sitting up right when her parents come home. We’ve done it a thousand times before.

As I gather her clothes for her, I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen when I do go back home. They’ll both probably pretend it didn’t happen. They won’t talk about it and if they do, it’ll be a promise that it won’t happen again.

My expression my show my thoughts, because Bri looks back at me with nothing but concern. I’m far too late to hide it from her.

“Asher?” she questions and I just kiss her. A quick peck as I hand her the bundle of clothes for her to put back on. That doesn’t satisfy her though.

“Are we going to be okay?” She’s the only thing in my life that is okay in this moment. I can’t lose her. I love her too fucking much and I need her more than she could ever know.

“Of course we are. I love you and you love me. That’s all that really matters.”

“You promise?”

“I promise you, Bri; I’m going to love you forever.”

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I”ve got a thing for men who work with their hands.

I thought I learned my lesson years ago. But here I am, back in the small town I grew up in, staring down the man who broke my heart years ago.

I intended to tell him off.

My plan was to flip him the bird and prove to both of us that he hadn”t ruined me.

I sure as hell wasn”t going to sleep with him.

Until he tells me he”s sorry.

Until he gives me that smoldering look I still dream about.

Until he whispers just beneath the shell of my ear... His breath trails down my neck and he leaves an opened mouth kiss right there, in that sensitive spot.

”You have no idea how much I”ve missed you.”

My treacherous heart wants more. More of him. More of us. But there”s a reason it didn”t work before and when you don”t learn from your past mistakes, you”re bound to repeat them.

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling romance author, Willow Winters, comes a second chance with a filthy mouthed, possessive hero, not willing to lose the love of his life again.