Page 87 of Scandal
My eyes flutter open to find Asher kissing a path down my neck, gently tugging at the strap of my tank top. The light is dim through the drawn curtains, but I can still make out the cocky grin spreading across his face as he looks up at me.
“Good morning,” he says.
Have I mentioned that he moved back to the bed? Ever since our rather heated discussion about my virginity—and the confirmation that he’d be taking it from me—our sleeping arrangement has returned to normal. I was kind of hoping that would mean we’d start in on the sexy time right away, but up until last night, it had been business as usual—me waking up attached to him koala bear style.
Today is no different. Well, the morning cuddles aren’t. The kissing, however, is very new. “Good morning.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to wake you up exactly like this?” He pulls my tank top down, exposing the swell of my breast. I hold my breath in anticipation. “How often I’ve jerked off in the shower because of the things I’ve wanted to do to you?”
He brushes his thumb over my nipple, still hidden beneath a layer of cotton. My back arches, and I whimper as he rubs slow circles and then gives it a tiny pinch that I swear I feel all the way down to my core.
“Do you want me to show you what I fantasized about?”
“Y-yes.”
A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “You don’t sound so sure.”
He’s always trying to get me to be more confident. From others, it would be annoying, but with him, it’s kind of hot. I like the challenge. “Show me,” I say with more conviction.
“It will be my fucking pleasure.”
His large hand covers my breast, squeezing and teasing it as he leans down to capture my lips. This kiss isn’t like anything I’ve experienced before. He usually starts slow and gentle, as if he’s warming me up to the idea. But this kiss is brutal and passionate right from the start. I moan into his mouth as his tongue caresses mine.
Then his hand slowly moves down the front of my body, sliding under my sleep shorts to that spot between my legs that’s aching for his touch.
“Already so wet for me,” he says into my ear. I shudder involuntarily as his fingers brush my clit. “Did you like it when it was practically dripping down my fingers and I licked it off?”
“Yes,” I answer, surprised by how unembarrassed I am to admit it.
By the cocky smile on his face, he is too.
“I’m dying to taste you again. Will you let me?”
“God yes.”
He chuckles at my enthusiasm. “I’m going to need to get you a bit more naked. Is that okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He slides my tank top up, presses a kiss on my belly, then my hip, as he curls his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and tugs.
My whole body vibrates with anticipation.
And then the door to our suite flies open.
“My lady! I would not advise?—”
“Have you two seen this morning’s—oh!”
Asher barely manages to pull the covers up in time to cover me, but it’s clear enough what his mother has just interrupted, and she abruptly turns around. She doesn’t apologize or flee the suite in embarrassment, however. She just waits impatiently for us to make ourselves presentable.
Asher sighs as I try to adjust my tank top and find the hoodie I tore off in the middle of the night because I was too hot.
“Mother, I do believe I warned you what could happen if you walked in on us unannounced again, yes?”
“It’s nearly seven in the morning!”
“Your point?”
