Something in the Way He Needs (Family 1)

“I don’t… I, uh… not into clothes, I guess. Um, Asher—”

“I wish you weren’t in clothes. Gonna get you out of these as soon as we get to the room.”

Asher leaned down, his lips so close Daniel could almost feel them against his own. He knew he should pull away, put a stop to what they were doing before he lost all his willpower. But the large man had him caged in, a thick erection pressed against his belly, and there was so much heat in those black eyes. Daniel feared he might have already lost the battle to maintain any control. The ding of the elevator saved him.

“We’re here,” he whispered roughly. Asher didn’t stop touching him, grabbing at his ass, pinching his nipples through his shirt. “Asher,” he said as he flattened his hands on Asher’s chest and tried to push the man back. It was like trying to move a brick wall. “Ash, we’re on our floor.”

A discontented grumble made Asher’s feelings about the interruption clear. Nevertheless, he backed off and grasped Daniel’s elbow, leading him out of the elevator and through the winding hallway.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night,” he said. “I thought your brother would never stop droning on with those boring stories. Each one was more painful than the one before.”

Daniel grinned, feeling his mind clear now that he wasn’t in a small space being pawed at by the large man.

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad. I know you enjoyed the story about the time he locked his keys in the car with the engine running and Shirley had to come rescue him.”

“Fine,” Asher conceded. “That one was good. So that’s, what? Maybe three minutes of good material out of three hours of talking? Not worth it.”

“Oh! I forgot,” Daniel said. “I need to go back downstairs to—”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Asher insisted. He tightened his hold on Daniel’s elbow. “I get you to myself for the rest of the night.”

Daniel gulped and shifted his stance, trying to get comfortable. He was so hard he ached, and Asher’s aggression and possessiveness were just making things harder. Literally.

“I need to get my duffel from the concierge,” he croaked.

“Already handled,” Asher responded. “I had them bring your bags up to my room while we were at dinner.”

They got to the room and Asher dug into his back pocket for the keycard. He found it, slid it into the slot in the door, and then turned the knob and pushed the door open with his shoulder, never once loosening his grip on Daniel. After that, Asher moved more quickly than Daniel thought possible for a man of Asher’s stature. In the blink of an eye, Daniel found himself pinned to the door, a muscular thigh pressed against his groin and strong fingers clutching his ass and pulling him forward.

“Want you,” Asher breathed against him, lowering his mouth toward Daniel’s. “Damn your mouth… so pretty.” He brushed a square-tipped finger over Daniel’s lower lip, and Daniel had to fight the urge to suck on it.

“Asher, we need to slow down. Remember we talked about—”

When Asher leaned down and started licking the spot beneath his ear, Daniel realized banking the fire burning between them wasn’t going to be easy. Especially when the half of “them” with the seventy-pound weight advantage was lit. With that thought in mind, Daniel decided a diversion would be his best tactic. And if the diversion he chose included running his hands over all those delicious muscles… well, lucky him.

He let Asher maneuver him toward the bed and worked open the buttons on the man’s starched shirt as they moved. A firm tug had the shirt pulled out of the waistband of Asher’s dark jeans. When he had the entire front open, he pushed it to the sides and slid his hands from Asher’s waist to his pecs and back down again.

“You have an amazing body, Ash.” Daniel loved the feeling of hard muscle, hot skin, and thick hair beneath his fingertips. “Let’s get the rest of your clothes off and I’ll give you a massage. How does that sound?”

“Massage?”

Well, based on Asher’s tone, Daniel gathered it sounded unexpected. He wasn’t sure whether that was because Asher didn’t enjoy massages, wasn’t offered them often, or had a beer-induced language gap making him forgot what the word meant.

“Mmm hmm.”

He worked on Asher’s belt, jeans button, and zipper with nimble fingers, while raising himself up on the balls of his feet and tilting his chin up, aiming for a kiss. Just as his lips were about to connect with Asher’s, the man turned his head and bit down on Daniel’s shoulder. Any disappointment over the missed opportunity to taste Asher vanished when Daniel had Asher’s pants and boxer-briefs pushed down to his ankles. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened at the sight of Asher’s naked body.