Deep Burn (Burned Duet 2)

ELODIE

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, feeling his hardness between my legs. I hadn’t been sure how I was going to react. I’d told myself I was ready even though doubt lingered in the back of my mind, but I truly was ready to take this step with Asher. I wasn’t just pretending or trying to force it. I wanted this. I wanted him.

I didn’t care that I was only in underwear as he pushed us through the main doors of the club and outside. It didn’t bother me that the wind whipped against my skin causing goose bumps to rise over my entire body. Because Asher was holding me, and that was all I needed.

He boosted me on one side as he locked the door, and I couldn’t resist planting my lips against his neck once more. I’d tried to keep to the dance I’d prepared, wanting to see it through to the end, but as soon as he’d touched me on the stage, I hadn’t been able to keep it up. I’d let my want slip free from my lips, and now that I’d been honest with him, I regretted doing this here and not at home.

But I knew I had to confront this last dance at Pink Feather. I’d taken my clothes off to earn money. I’d let people stare at my naked body. But that didn’t give anyone the right to do what Knox did. He hadn’t just raped me that night. He’d taken away any sliver of security I’d ever felt, and everything I’d worked so hard for. He’d done more damage than I’d ever thought possible.

But dancing on that stage and knowing I’d never do it again was empowering. I wasn’t dancing for people to throw dollar bills on the stage. I wasn’t dancing so I could pay my rent. I was dancing for the only person I ever wanted to see me without clothes on again. I was dancing for me.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Asher boosted me back to the middle of his body, and I groaned as his erection scraped between my legs. “You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.”

“Good.” I pushed my hand into the back of his hair and relished in the way his eyes flared. “How long will it take us to get home?”

“Not fuckin’ long,” he gritted out, racing across the parking lot toward his truck. He placed me on the passenger seat and his lips were so close all it would have taken was a split second to place mine against his, but I knew if I did, then we’d never make it back home.

So, I waited.

I waited as he pulled his T-shirt off and handed it to me. I waited as he closed my door. I waited as he ran around to the driver’s side. I waited as he sped back home.

Then finally—finally—he pulled up in the driveway.

I wasn’t sure who exited the car first, but we met halfway around the front. His hands reached for me, grasping at my hips, and without much effort, he picked me back up and moved to the front door. I wrapped my legs around his waist and closed my eyes at feeling him so close to me. It was mere seconds until he opened the door and moved us inside, but he still didn’t put me down as he made sure all the locks were in place.

His fingers dug into my thighs as his gaze met mine. “Are you sure about this?” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Because it’s okay if you’re not—”

“I’m sure.” I placed my hands on either side of his face. “Surer than anything.”

I felt his heart beat faster against my chest, and without waiting another second, I planted my mouth onto his. His tongue flicked across my lips, and I moaned at the impact. We’d kissed plenty but knowing what was going to come after this kiss made me even more insane with want—need. I needed him like I needed my next breath.

He pulled away and started to move forward, his hands pushing his T-shirt up on my body. I yanked it over my head, but I didn’t stop there as he made it to the top of the stairs. I reached behind me, flicked my wrist to undo my bra, and let it fall between us. My move had him darting toward the bedroom, and as soon as we were inside, he sat on the edge of the bed and dipped his head to my chest.

I groaned and gripped on to his hair as he pulled my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. I could feel the wetness building between my legs, so I squirmed, needing some kind of relief. His fingers moved to my other nipple, and I bucked my hips. He scraped his teeth as he pulled away, staring at me as his hand stretched over my hip. “Hope you didn’t want to keep these,” he murmured, gripping the edge of my lace thong. He yanked at them, ripping them into a useless scrap of material.

“Asher,” I groaned, pushing my chest closer to his face. I wasn’t sure I could wait for him to touch me much longer, but he refused to put his hand where I needed him most.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. I snapped my eyes open, my shocked gaze meeting his. “Do it.”

“I don’t—”

“Do it,” he repeated. His hand moved around to the small of my back, his other still rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I’d never touched myself before—at least, not in front of anyone. “I…” I inhaled a stuttering breath as I whispered my hand over my stomach and between my legs. He shifted, his erection poking at me, and the sensation made me move faster. I trailed my finger through my clit, gasping as I hit the bundle of nerves. It wasn’t the same as when Asher touched me, but it was just enough to relieve the ache pulsating through me.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His breaths were ragged as he leaned back and unzipped his jeans. “Keep touching yourself.” I pushed down on my knees to lift higher and continued to run my fingers over my clit. I didn’t look away from him as he pushed his jeans and boxer shorts off and then sat back up. “You want me to touch you now?” he asked, planting a kiss on the side of my neck.

“Hmmm,” I responded, moving my fingers faster and bucking my hips at the same time. I needed more than what I was getting, and I had a feeling Asher knew that. “I need you to touch me.”

“Say that again,” he growled.

“I need you to touch me.”

“Fuck yes, you do.” His palm slid down the front of my body and he pushed my hand aside, not hesitating as he ran his fingers through my wetness and expertly flicked at my clit. He knew just how to touch me to take me right to the edge. “Play with your nipples,” he demanded, and I did as he said, not questioning a thing, focusing on the way my body felt and the feel of Asher’s erection so close all it would take was one move and he’d be inside me.

I froze at the thought. The last time I’d been exposed like this I hadn’t had a choice. But this time…this time I was in control. I decided when and how. I held the choices in the palms of my hands. So, I lifted up, reached between my legs, and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.

I stared directly into Asher’s eyes as I lowered myself onto him. His cock jerked at my touch and his hand on my clit paused as the head pushed inside me. “Elodie,” he murmured, almost as if he was in a dream. His voice was rough but also soft, calling to me even more. “Sweetheart.”