10. Asher

CHAPTER 10

ASHER

She liftsher hips as an answer, and I groan as I pull my lips from hers. I still stand by the fact that she deserves better than me, but I’m shameless because even knowing it, I can’t just walk away from her. Nothing could take me from her at this point.

“Maddie.”

Her eyes fly open. “Maddie?”

I stroke my finger along her cheek. “Is that okay?”

She nods, staring me in the eyes. “I like it, actually. No one’s ever given me a nickname before.”

“Now you have one.”

She nods and opens her legs and wraps them around me, digging her heels into my bare ass. My cock is positioned at her entrance, but I still hold back. All I need to do is sink my hips down and I can claim her, but there’s something holding me back.

“Asher.”

My voice is raspy. “Yeah?”

“Please,” she pleads.

She reaches down and wraps her hand around my manhood. As she strokes me through her swollen slit, I know that being inside Madelyn Weston is going to change my life. I have no doubt about it.

She positions me at her entrance, and I slowly enter her. I give her time to adjust to me, and when she lifts her hips a little, I know she’s ready for more.

I pump my hips into her, her head falls back, and she closes her eyes.

There’s no stopping me now, but I want her looking at me.

“Eyes, Maddie. Open them up and let me see those pretty blue-green eyes.”

Her lids pop open, and she looks at me as if she’s staring into my soul. There’s a connection between us that makes this even more potent than before. With each thrust of my hips, she moans.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of our bodies coming together and our panting breaths.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, please don’t stop, Asher. I’m so close.”

I reach between us and press my finger to her clit. I stroke her and feel her pussy clench on to me. It’s too much; the feeling is intense, but I can’t stop. She opens to me, taking me deeper, and I thrust erratically.

I know the exact moment she loses control and the orgasm hits her. Her pussy is like a vise, and her whole body goes taut. I come buried deep inside her and paint her insides until I have nothing left to give.

Panting, I hover over her and try to catch my breath. She’s limp under me, and I try to move so I’m not squashing her, but she holds on to me. “Don’t leave yet.”

I kiss her breast, and she giggles. I whisper against her hot skin, “I’m not leaving.”

She releases her hold on me, and I move to the side of her. “I’ll be right back.”

I stand up and stare at the marks I’ve left on her body. Satisfied, I walk into the adjoining bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I walk back out to her. She holds her hand out for the wet cloth I have in my hand, but I shake my head. “Open up.”

She shakes her head, her cheeks turning red. “Asher, I can—” she starts, but I cut her off. “I know you can, but I want to take care of you. Let me do this.”

I take great care in cleaning her up even though a part of me wants to leave my mark on her. When I lie back down beside her, she’s lying on her back and struggling to pull the sheet over her body.

I hold on to it to stop her. “What are you doing?”

“I was just going to cover up a little. It is still daylight, you know.”

“Are you cold?” I ask her.

She gives me a look. “You think there’s any way I could be cold after that?”

“Okay, so you don’t need a cover. Now bring your body over here.”

She scoots closer, but it’s not enough. I wrap my arms around her and pull her until she’s lying on top of me. I wrap my arms around her, and our legs tangle together. She giggles as she rests her head on my chest. “I didn’t figure you were the type to snuggle.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’m usually not.”

She opens her mouth to say something but must change her mind. She lies against me, and our breaths start coming in and out in a matched unison. I force myself to loosen my hold on her.

I thought I’d be able to resist her, but I was a fool, and well, now I know there’s no turning back. This wasn’t just sex, no matter how much I want to try and convince myself of it. It was way more than that. I felt a true connection with her, and I’m thinking she felt it too.

Not that I can say anything because I can’t.

Regardless of how I feel, she’s only here for a while, and she mentioned that “we could have a good time.” She’s twenty-eight, and I’m sure she’s not looking for anything permanent with a forty-two-year-old man that is tied to a peach orchard.

Her hand slides up my chest, and her finger rolls around my nipple. “What are you thinking about, Asher?”

I squeeze my arms around her. “I’m thinking about you, Maddie.”

She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest. With a smile, she asks, “What about me?”

“How I want to have you again.”

She gasps, but I can see the delight on her face. “Again! Wow, I’m impressed.”

I chuckle. “Don’t be too impressed. I need to rest a little bit.”

She leans up and presses her lips to mine. “All right, old man. I’ll let you rest.”

She sighs contentedly as she lays her head back down on my chest.

Eventually, her breathing levels out, and I know she’s asleep. I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself from wondering what it would be like to have Madelyn in my arms every night.

I shouldn’t go there, I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop wondering what it would be like with a woman like her. I judged her in the beginning, but I was obviously wrong about her. Watching her work in the orchard and seeing the way she loves it here makes me want things I didn’t think I could ever have.

I stroke my fingers through her hair and kiss her head. She snuggles into me, and even though I told her I needed time, my cock is already starting to lengthen in anticipation.

She wants a good time, and I’ll show her one. For however long she’ll let me.