Hot, sexy body.
Long hard erection.
Honor pushed him onto his back and sat up to kneel beside him while grasping the waistbands of his pants and briefs. He lifted his hips so she could drag the clothes down his thighs and legs. She whisked them aside and then drank her fill of the sculpted male beauty before her. Her mouth watered at the sight of him laying naked before her, one hand behind his head showing off a bulging bicep as he watched her with hooded eyes.
Real life was so much better than her fantasy.
So. Much. Better.
She swung a leg over to straddle his and ran her palms up his thick thighs. His erection bobbed as she got close, but she forced herself to keep going over his taut stomach, up to his chest.
Bracing her palms on his pecs, she asked, “You want to see just how good I am at handling stick shift?”
His surprised bark of laughter morphed into a choked groan, his gaze fixed on the sway of her breasts between them. He brought his arm down from behind his head and reached both hands to cup her flesh in his palms. “More than anything.”
The squeeze of his fingers and rough pads of his thumbs circling her nipples sent off another spasm of desire deep in her core. She lightly rocked her hips against his hard length while dipping her head to kiss his parted lips.
He took her tongue into his mouth, then thrust up against her when she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. Her breath caught in her throat. It would be so easy to reach down, grasp his thick length, and lower herself down until he was buried to the hilt.
She skimmed her hand between them to wrap her fingers around his hot, hard flesh. As she stroked up and down, the clench of his hands bordered on painful as her name wrenched from his throat on a growl.
“Honor. You’re killing me here. I need to be inside you.”
“Soon,” she promised before pulling away to take her turn kissing her way down his body. His stomach muscles quivered beneath her lips, then his fingers tangled in her hair when she ran her tongue along the length of his erection before taking the tip of him into her mouth.
He groaned his approval, and she gave a soft hum as she took him in
all the way to the back of her throat.
His hands fisted, pulling at her scalp with his sharp inhale. “Geezus fuck, that’s good.”
She lifted her head for a peek of his face through her lashes. “Better than frosting?”
His deep laugh jostled the bed beneath them. “Maybe. Give me another taste and I’ll let you know.”
“Sassy.” But she grinned as she took him in her mouth again, this time swirling her tongue around his head before sucking hard.
His low, drawn out moan answered even before his words. “Yeah. Definitely better than frosting.”
After that, she took her time, licking and sucking to keep him making those sexy, throaty sounds that turned her on more than she’d even imagined possible.
“If this is any indication, I assume you liked my car?” he asked between deep, controlled breaths.
“Yes. I absolutely loved your car, Asher.”
Love you even more.
The words in her head caught her off guard, and she stiffened with alarm. He didn’t seem to notice as he suddenly gripped her shoulders, pulling her up, rolling her over to lie on top of her while yanking open the drawer of his nightstand. He put on a condom in record time and then nudged her legs open.
When he hesitated and his dark amber gaze locked with hers, she squeezed her eyes shut to break the connection.
No emotion. Just sex.
She reached up to pull him down for an open-mouth kiss while lifting her hips to urge him inside her. He eased in, then out, then in a little deeper, his body trembling over hers with his restraint.
Damn it. She didn’t need gentle right now. Didn’t want gentle.
Digging her nails into his back, she planted her heels on the mattress and spread her knees wide. “Hard, Asher. Please.”