Page 33 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“You shouldn’t be in here.” I drop my hand, my eyes locked with his as he studies me.
Don’t look at his bare chest.
Don’t look at the ink teasing a trail down his rippling abs.
Don’t look at the bulge in his boxers.
“And yet I am,” he responds, not in the least bit taken aback by my dismissal.
I sigh. “Asher, this has to stop.”
“Does it?” He tilts his head a little, his eyes travelling down my body, and hell, I canfeelhis eyes. It’s like they are searing a trail in their path.
“Yes, it does.” Shit. Why is my voice breathless?
“I don’t think so.” He smirks, meeting my eyes again.
Why does he have to be so enticing? This isn’t at all fair. I’m a lonely, nearly middle-aged lady that’s horny as hell from my fresh kill, and here he is, all young and virile and… and… hot.
Shit. He’s so hot.
I need to get out of this room, yet I can’t seem to make my feet move.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper again, not trusting my voice while I’m feeling so… on edge.
“Everything,” he says loudly, his tone nothing but sure, and it takes me a moment to form a response.
“That’s not an answer.”
Asher chuckles. “You can’t handle the details of what I want yet, Lily.”
What? What is he talking about?
I shake my head in confusion. “What does that mean?”
He stands then, taking the few steps to close the distance between us.
“It means you’re not ready for my kind of brand. But I’ll work you into it.”
Work me into it?
“You’re making no sense,” I say breathlessly as his fingers come up, hooking some strands of my hair and gliding them through his grasp.
“Don’t worry, Lil. It will make sense in the end.”
Lil.
He’s so close right now that I feel the heat of his body against mine, and I find myself staring at his lips, my tongue darting out to wet my own as they become a tempting lure.
I wonder what it would be like to feel them on mine. To taste them. To suck them into my mouth.
“Y-you need to leave.” I stutter like a fool, but those lips just kick up in a wicked grin, and he shakes his head.
“Why? I can see you really want me to stay.” He leans in close, breathing against my ear. “Perhaps you’d like me to fall to my knees. Bury my head between your thighs.” He pulls back to lock eyes with me again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Heat flares deep in my core at his words, even as anger washes over me.
This can’t happen. How dare he come in here like this.
