27. Isla

27

ISLA

T his kiss is so much different from the one we had at the team bonding event. The thought of getting caught fueled that one, and while there’s a chance that Asher’s roommates might walk in and find us, the idea of it is so far from my mind. The only thing that matters is getting as close to Asher as I can, and I don’t want this to stop.

Ever.

Our kiss starts slowly, as if we’re exploring each other for the first time all over again. Given how long we’ve been apart, it might as well be. However, the kiss grows in intensity, igniting something more fiery inside of me. The kiss becomes something that grows more urgent, and soon I’m desperate to have more. I can tell that Asher feels the same as his arms tighten around me, and my hands end up fisting his shirt.

I’m convinced that I can rip the fabric with my bare hands if I want to.

A soft moan escapes my throat as Asher deepens the kiss. When his tongue slips past my lips, it becomes tangled with mine, raising the temperature within my body. I can’t get enough of him. All I can think about is the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body pressed against mine, and the scent of his cologne.

His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips and pulling me closer. My fingers end up tangled in his hair, tugging on his strands. Without breaking the kiss, Asher stands and lifts me up with him. A small squeal leaves my lips, which are still attached to his, as I wrap my legs around his waist. The kiss ends when he spins us and carries me up the stairs. Once we are on the second floor, he takes a few steps down a hallway and opens the second door on the left. Before I can blink, he closes the door behind us with his foot and tosses me on his bed.

His eyes never leave my body as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. My breath catches at the sight of his abs, sculpted and defined from years of working out and hockey. His body was beautiful years ago, but it’s something to behold now. I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers along the rugged ridges of his stomach. Asher’s eyes darken with desire as he watches me, his breath quickening under my touch.

I love having this effect on him.

He leans down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands find the hem of my sweater. We break apart just long enough for him to pull it over my head, discarding it somewhere on the floor. His gaze rakes over my exposed skin, taking in the sight of me in my plain black bra. Now I wish I’d worn something sexier, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

His words send a shiver down my spine as he lowers his head and gives me another kiss on the lips, but he doesn’t stay there long. He leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw and down my neck, and I swear he doesn’t miss a single inch. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, and I’m rewarded when he finds a sensitive area just below my ear. He takes his time, nibbling, sucking, and licking the spot, and as a result, another moan forces itself from my lips. With how much attention he’s giving to that spot, I wonder if I’m going to end up with a hickey.

As if he’s only just realized there is more to explore, Asher shifts his body to continue his trail of kisses down to the tops of my breasts, which are spilling out of my bra. His stubble grazes my skin, and I sigh at the feeling. I arch my back, begging for more, but he doesn’t give in.

Instead, Asher lifts his head and finds my eyes. I swear I lose my breath when our gazes connect. His hands slide around to my back, and I feel him unclasp my bra. The straps fall down my shoulders, and he tugs the garment away, exposing my breasts to his heated stare.

“Perfect,”he murmurs, almost to himself, before cupping my breasts in his large hands.

I gasp at the contact, taking a few quick breaths as a result. He plays with them as if he’s savoring every moment. And after over three years, I don’t blame him one bit because I never want to forget this either. When his thumbs brush over my already hard nipples, I jump slightly. His touch sends a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy, and I can feel the dampness growing between my thighs.

“Asher.”His name falls off my lips, and my voice sounds needy even to my ears.

He smirks, clearly pleased with the effect he’s having on me.

And I’m not complaining.

Without warning, he dips his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out at the sudden contact of his mouth on me. He swirls his tongue around my nipple before gently grazing it with his teeth. My hands fly to his hair, threading through his strands as I hold him against me.

Asher’s mouth continues to torture me, and I’m left dumbfounded. His alternating between sucking and nipping at my flesh leaves so much uncertainty. I can’t figure out the rhythm he’s using, and that makes it both frustrating and satisfying. My moans only grow louder as he continues, not caring that any of his roommates could come home and hear what we are doing. Soon, I am writhing beneath him because I’m so desperate for more. His hand travels down my torso, skimming over my ribs and across my stomach before toying with the waistband of my jeans. I whimper as his fingers dip just below the edge, teasing me with both his hands and his mouth.

“Please.”The word falls out, and I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. The only thing I know is that I need him to keep going, to never stop.

As if reading my mind, Asher lifts his head and captures my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine as his hands make quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. Before I can think of anything else, he yanks my pants down with my help. His eyes study me for another moment before his body takes over, and his hand reaches its destination.

A gasp escapes my lips as Asher’s fingers brush against the damp fabric of my underwear. In any other circumstance, I might have felt embarrassed by what he discovered, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind. Although the touch is light and teasing, it ignites a fire deep within me. I arch my back, pressing myself against his hand, begging him for more.

Asher chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through his chest.“Someone’s eager,”he murmurs against my lips before nipping at my lower lip. His fingers continue their exploration, tracing the outline of my clit through the thin cotton barrier.

I whimper, my hips rocking instinctively, seeking the friction I crave.“Asher, don’t make me beg again...”My voice is barely above a whisper.

Asher’s eyes hold my gaze, his fingers still teasing me with featherlight touches.“But I like it when you beg,”he says.“I like knowing how much you want me.”

I feel the same way.

Slowly, deliberately, he slips his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear. I inhale sharply as his fingers make contact with my bare skin, skimming through the slick folds. He groans, and it’s like music to my ears.

“You’re so wet, sunshine,”he rasps, his breath hot against my ear.“Is this all for me?”

“You know it is.”I say it more as a confession to myself than to him. I’ll have to unpack that later.

One of Asher’s fingers slips into me, leaving me gasping for air. He knows exactly how to touch me, as if he memorized every moment we spent together years ago. I can’t help but wonder if he’s been dreaming of this moment as much as I have over the time we’ve been apart.

Shit. There’s another confession I’ll have to dwell on. But not right now.

“Ash... Ash…”His name sounds like a mantra as he slides another finger inside me, just before setting a slow rhythm that has my hips rolling to meet his every thrust. The sensation is both familiar and new, igniting memories of stolen moments in the backseat of his car and in my childhood bedroom when my parents were away. But there’s more confidence in his touch now. I assume that has come with age and experience.

He sucks on my nipple again before letting it go with a loud pop.“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed you.”

His words play on repeat around me, echoing the same thoughts that have swirled through my mind. I’ve missed him too, with an intensity that both thrills and terrifies me.

“I want you to show me,”I say.“Show me how much you missed me.”

That is the only encouragement Asher needs. In one swift motion, his fingers leave my body just before he tears my underwear away, and my mouth drops open. I gasp at the sudden exposure because there is no way that has just happened. But then his mouth is on my pussy, and once again, every coherent thought evaporates from my mind.

“Oh god...”I moan as I throw my head back, so it falls against the pillow.

I swear he’s stolen the breath from my lungs. When he looks up at me from where he is between my legs, sparks of pleasure start to simmer. It’s as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and he’s starving for me. His groan of satisfaction vibrates throughout me as if he’s reading my thoughts.

Every stroke of his tongue sends shockwaves through me. My hips buckle off the bed when he adds a finger to the mix. My hands end up tangled in his hair again. It’s almost instinctual because I need something to anchor me as he drives me closer to the edge. The sensations are nearly too much, and I am lost in a haze of need. It’s as if my world has narrowed down to where his mouth and fingers are holding me in a chokehold.

He adds a second finger, curling them both just right, and I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. My grip on his hair tightens, my nails scraping against his scalp, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it only spurs him on. He flicks my clit with his tongue, drawing out the tension coiling inside me until it’s wound so tight I feel like I might collapse.

“Fuck, oh fuck...”I’m not even sure if those are the words that fly out of my mouth, but that’s what it sounds like.

His fingers thrust faster, more profound, hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again until I’m teetering on the brink, ready to fly apart at any second. It only takes one more well- timed curl of his fingers and one final flick of his tongue, and I’m ready to explode.

“That’s it, sunshine,”Asher murmurs against my skin, his voice a low rumble I swear I can feel in my bones.“Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

And with those words, I’m gone.

My body shatters into a million pieces as ecstasy courses through my veins. I’m vaguely aware of the hoarse cry that tears from my throat as I come undone, my hips arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. Asher doesn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working me through it. His actions prolong the experience until I’m left trembling and gasping for air.

When the last aftershock fades, I collapse back against the mattress. Asher places a final, gentle kiss on my lower stomach before crawling up my body. He settles over me, and I enjoy feeling his weight against me. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and his breath causes goosebumps to form along my skin.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,”he releases a low growl that sounds as if it came from deep within him.“I could watch you fall apart like that every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”