Page 10 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Letting him stay here is a bad idea.
“I’ve ordered pizza for dinner tonight. I hope that’s okay,” I blurt, feeling my cheeks flame even hotter. “I haven’t had a chance to get to the grocery store.”
Asher frowns. “Of course. I’m sorry I don’t have any money to help pay for it yet. I’ll look for a job tomorrow.”
The way his whisky gaze wavers slightly has my head tilting, and I study his face.
I can see Asher really does feel like he needs to contribute financially. He’s not looking for charity, so instead of insisting that I take care of things, I give him a nod.
I can understand that need. Even though he doesn’t need to help. I earn enough through my side job to cover costs, and then some. I’d happily cover any expenses for Asher, but Iwon’temasculate him.
“Speaking of jobs,” I smile, picking up my phone from the counter, hoping the distraction will get my hormones under control. “I have a list of things that need to be fixed around the house. Could you do what you can until you find a job?”
I open my notes app and show him the list, watching how his gaze remains focused on mine for a beat too long.
Instantly, my cheeks heat, and it’s not until I give the phone a little shake that he breaks his gaze and reads over the list.
“Of course.” He smirks as his eyes find mine again. “I can doanythingyou need of me,Lily.”
Oh shit. Did his voice just drop an octave? Is it hot in here all of a sudden?
“Thank you,” I rush out, stepping away from him and moving around the other side of the counter to put more distance between us again.
I need to get some damn control before I do… something.
I must be hormonal. That has to be the only explanation for my reactions to Asher. The urge to reach out and touch him in an inappropriate way has me reeling.
“Are you sure everything is okay?” Asher’s deep voice gains my attention again, and my eyes instantly travel over the bare flesh of his chest, and the way his muscles bunch as he leans with both hands pressed to the stone benchtop.
He looks so strong. His shoulders and arms coiled with muscles that could easily pick me up and throw me around.
The doorbell startles me, my eyes snapping from his defined muscles to his amused expression.
“Ah… that must be the pizza,” I rush out, almost frantically, dashing from the kitchen, and shit… did I just hear Asher chuckle?
Kill me now. He can tell I’m flustered.
I’m so happy to see the pizza delivery man that I almost invite him in as a buffer, but obviously, that would be weird, so I don’t.
Returning to the kitchen, Asher is grabbing plates from the cupboards, already knowing where everything is, before following me to the couches, where I put the pizza on the coffee table and take a seat in the armchair.
Asher’s gaze follows my movement as he frowns briefly, probably knowing that I never used to sit in the armchair. That was for Alexander.
Over the years, pizza night has always been like this, eaten in the living room around the coffee table, but I always sit on one sofa, and the twins sit on the other, while Alexander used to take the armchair.
Asher, though, he always sat next to me on the second sofa. I never took much notice of it over the years, but I’m taking notice now.
We each start eating in silence, and I watch how Asher’s lids fall shut as he bites into the double pepperoni pizza, a moan falling from his lips.
Oh… My…
I bite into my own slice, falling into some sort of trance as Iwatch him chew the food before taking another bite and moaning again. And fuck, I feel that moandeepinside me.
A blob of sauce drips from the pizza in Asher’s hand, falling onto his bare chest before slowly oozing down his lickable pec, right near his nipple.
His eyes fly open, and I startle out of my trance as he slowly swipes up the sauce from his chest and then licks it off his finger.
