Must Love Frosting (Must Love Diamonds 1)

As if her words unleashed his control, he surged forward and buried himself deep in one thrust.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Again. Harder.”

He complied with her request, and when she felt her climax begin to build, she arched up, urging him faster with each thrust of his hips. They lost rhythm as they both plunged over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her while they both caught their breath. “Hmm,” he hummed when he finally eased his weight off to the side. His hand rose to brush her hair back from her forehead, and her heart tripped as his gaze met hers. “Your cake is great, Butter Cream, but yeah, I’ll take you driving my stick any day.”

She laughed and lightly backhanded his chest, relieved for the levity. “I’m not sure I like that nickname, Ace.”

He propped his head up on his elbow, amber gaze narrowed. “What’d Roxanna tell you?”

“You tell me and I’ll let you know if it matches.”

“I’m not falling for that one.” He dropped a kiss on her lips before pushing up to walk toward the open door of his master bath.

“You aren’t going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

He wasn’t the least bit self-conscious of his naked body, and she rolled on her side, unashamedly enjoying every step until he was out of sight.

In the following moment of silence by herself, she realized she wanted to stay when he got back.

She never wanted to stay.

Her heart started pounding, and her breath shortened. She shouldn’t want to stay now, either. Swallowing hard against the sudden flip-flop of her stomach, she cast a quick glance at the bedside clock while getting up to search for her clothes.

She found her bra and leggings, and then her underwear, which she quickly slid back on. Recalling her T-shirt was out on the living room floor, she scooped up Asher’s dark green shirt. After she shoved her arms into the sleeves, she crisscrossed the open sides over her chest and was heading toward the hall when his voice came from the bathroom door.

“You’re leaving?”

She jerked to a stop at the door, bra and leggings clutched in her hand, heart still hammering in her chest. Guilt flushed her cheeks as she stumbled over her words. “I, um, I was just going to…grab my T-shirt.”

He stared at her for a moment, then walked across the bedroom to swipe up his briefs. Seeing him still semi-hard made her want him all over again, even after he pulled the underwear on. Suddenly she didn’t want to leave anymore, but wasn’t sure what to do.

He shoved aside the covers and bent one leg as he sat on the bed. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, Honor, but I’d rather you didn’t sneak out.”

“Hard to sneak out when you know where I live.” The joke earned her a smile, but it faded fast. “If I stay, what would the neighbors think if they saw me in the morning?”

“This neighbor wouldn’t mind in the least. He’d even make you breakfast.” He looked over his shoulder at the clock. “In a couple hours.”

Honor hesitated as she took him in, sitting there on the bed. Rumpled hair, sexy scruff, gorgeous eyes, generous lover. Her heart said stay. Her mind still said run.

“You’ve been here a lot longer than me. You don’t care what your neighbors think?”

“Only the one that lives across the street.”

Slow footsteps carried her back to him, and she dropped her clothes on the floor beside the bed. “I guess I’ll get my shirt later, then.”

This time, his smile stayed. He reached out to grab the edges of his shirt and tugged her closer. She rested her hands on his shoulders, then her breath caught as he slowly parted the material and slid his hands up to cup her breasts, his expression reverent. When he leaned forward to suck the tip of one in his mouth, his whiskers scraped against her skin. Her knees went a bit weak as she recalled the feel of that scruff against her inner thigh.

“Fair warning.” His amber gaze met hers as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. “Breakfast is going to be more like brunch.”

Honor twined her fingers in his hair and let her head loll back. “I’m good with brunch.”

CHAPTER 24

A fter a quick shower to avoid looking like sex warmed over on her walk across the street, Honor paused in the bedroom doorway for one last lingering look at Asher sprawled in the rumpled sheets. It had been almost five a.m. when he’d returned from tossing the condom the second time, and they’d both fallen asleep the moment he slid beneath the covers and snuggled against her side.