Page 119 of Law Maker
He slipped his hands under my armpits and hauled me up. His mouth demanded mine with a hot, bruising kiss; one hand tangled in my hair while the other cupped my face. “Can’t get enough,” he rasped. “I want to kiss all of you. Can I?”
The promise he’d made a week ago surfaced—next time, my mouth. I nodded, eager and shaky. He slid the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. “Lie back.”
The cool seat pressed my spine, and I shivered. He slid his hand under my skirt and pulled my panties down, baring me to him. Once more his mouth closed around my nipple while his palm roamed the soft inside of my thigh. “Soaked for me already?” he whispered, dipping his fingertips between my legs. “Now I know you missed me.”
“You’re so…” I started.
He found my bundle of nerves with his thumb and a tremor rolled through me—nothing I did alone ever felt like this. “I’m what, mi amor?” he murmured, gently biting my breast.
“Cocky,” I managed, and laughed against his mouth as another wave of pleasure rolled through me.
His wet lips trailed down my body, leaving a string of open-mouthed kisses until he reached my belly button. He spread my legs with his palms, slid to the floor, and knelt by the seat. His dark eyes met mine for a second; whatever he saw there seemed to spur him on. He buried his face between my legs and drew his tongue in one long, greedy stroke that tore a moan from my throat.
My breaths sped, but his rhythm slowed. He licked so deliberately I curled my hands into fists and rocked my hips, begging him to move faster.
“Cocky?” His breath brushed my hypersensitive skin and I shivered. “It’s not like I can’t feel what I do to you.”
Another swipe, and I squeezed my eyes shut—craving more and hating the dull pressure in my lower belly at the same time. He sucked my clit into his mouth. When he slipped a finger inside me, I clamped around it, and my body pulsed.
“More, mi niña?” Asher asked, teasing the finger in and out.
All I managed was a nod. He found a spot inside me that made my knees tremble.
“I love how you taste,” he said, speeding up, the motion of his hand matching the pace of his mouth.
“Ash.” I gripped his hair.
My muscles coiled. My sex tightened and my clit throbbed. Another press of his lips sent ripples through me, building until pleasure detonated with his kisses and his name shattered from my lips.
Asher pressed one last kiss to me, then took his time trailing kisses up my inner thighs and stomach as if savoring a ritual. “¿Estás bien?” he asked softly.Are you okay?
“Yeah. I just need a moment.”
“Come here.” He sat back; I climbed into his lap and curled my arms around his neck. My bare chest rested against his; he rubbed my back until the tremors eased.
I wanted to tell him everything, but words tumbled and failed. “You’re . . .” I started.
He threaded his fingers through my hair. “Cocky?”
“Yes, but at least you can back it up.” Also amazing. Kind. Caring.
He pressed his forehead to mine and laughed softly. “Gracias.”
“De nada.” I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. “I want to touch you. Or kiss you.”
“You don’t have to because I did,” he said.
“I know.” I nipped his bottom lip. “Wait, do you guys have a no-sex-before-racing rule?”
He ran his nose along my cheek. “Not that I know of. That rule would suck.”
That would suck? I froze for a second—long enough for Asher to notice. “God.” He rained kisses across my face. “There’s only you, silly. There’s only ever been you since I moved here. I’m too busy missing you and loving you to look at anyone else. I was talking about the future—when we can finally live together. Okay?”
“I’m sorry.” I rested my forehead against his shoulder. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”
“Because we’re apart.” He cupped my cheek, searching my eyes for any left doubt. “Now we can text, and I’ll call you every night. I’ll never give you reasons to doubt me, peque. If you’re worried, talk to me. Actually, you know what?”
“What?”
