“Open your eyes, Lily,” he commanded.
I did as he commanded, not even realizing I had them squeezed shut.
“This is one of them,” he whispered while he made slow love to me. “One of the million and one moments that makes the fear worth it,” he continued as he built me up to my second orgasm.
“Every second, every moment I’m with you, it’s worth it,” he said, the cords in his neck tight, his eyes tender.
I didn’t say a word, my climax hit me without warning, and I rode it without tearing my eyes from his. I rode the wave of pleasure while my heart pounded with the power of his words, of his gaze. And when I was done, the aftershocks started all over again as he poured into me without moving his eyes from mine.
“It’s worth it,” I whispered in a small voice after minutes of loaded silence. “Every moment.”
Asher pulsed inside me and his mouth covered mine. We didn’t speak any more that night.
“This is a change,” Asher observed lazily from his spot in my bed.
I glanced at him over my shoulder as I buttoned my blouse. “W-what is?” I stuttered slightly over my words at the view I was getting. Asher was propped up on pillows, shirtless, with the entirety of his muscled form on display. The background of my mom’s mural intensified his beauty.
“Me lying leisurely in bed while you rush off.” He frowned. “I don’t like it,” he added.
I stood, slipping my feet into my mules. “Well, I wouldn’t be rushing if someone had let me get up when my alarm went off,” I scolded lightly.
His eyes turned dark. “Your beautiful, naked body was pressed against me. You’re lucky I only fucked you once. That I let you leave this bed at all,” he growled.
My stomach dipped with desire, despite the fact I’d had a thoroughly satisfying orgasm not moments ago. I distracted myself by piling textbooks into my tan slouchy leather bag. My one beautiful, designer accessory—one I’d never be able to afford in a million years—a Christmas present from Gwen and Amy.
“Jesus, how does someone as tiny as you carry around all of those books?” His tone was drenched in disbelief as he watched me stretch the expensive bags seams to the limit.
I eyed the beautiful bag in distaste. “With great difficulty,” I answered truthfully.
Asher put his hands behind his head, my eyes attached themselves to his biceps and appreciated the way they flexed with this movement.
“Maybe I should blow off the club and walk around carrying your books all day,” he suggested.
I laughed. “Yeah, and then we’d have a trail of drooling girls following us wherever we went,” I teased.
Asher rolled his eyes. “I’m more worried about the drooling boys,” he shot back lightly, though his eyes weren’t as teasing as they were moments before. “One boy in particular.”
I raised my brow. “You’re not going to let that pretty face be distorted by a green-eyed monster are you now?” I asked sweetly.
He didn’t answer, and his eyes traveled down the length of me when I straightened.
“I thought you said you had classes all day,” his tone was questioning.
“I do,” I replied, scanning my messy desk for anything else I might need. My gaze stuttered over a forgotten flyer. One promising miracle cancer results. A blade went through my heart.
“And you’re wearing that?” Asher’s question jolted me out of my pity party.
I glanced down at my outfit self-consciously. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”
My white blouse was a reminder of the days I worked at Gwen’s store and could get some pricey items at a serious discount. It was white silk, and I had it half tucked into tight white jeans. The shoes were also a gift from Gwen after she had to clean out her closet when moving in with Cade. They were tan mules with a chunky heel, and I loved them.
Asher pushed out of bed, stalking over to me. It didn’t escape me that his ability to stalk naked was impressive and drool worthy. His finger traced over the bandage hiding under my hair, his other hand on my hip.
“Not one single thing is wrong with what you look like, apart from this,” he told me, lightly touching my injured forehead. “You’re beautiful,” he stated, his eyes running the length of me again. “I just thought college girls wore ripped jeans and baggy hoodies,” he continued, his tone teasing.
I regarded him. “When have you ever seen me in a baggy hoody?” I asked him seriously.
Asher pondered. “Every time I’ve had the pleasure of seeing this tight little body, it’s always been encased in a delightful package,” he replied, nuzzling my neck. He pulled back, his eyes serious. “You sure you’re okay today?” He brushed the bandage once more.
I nodded. “I’m more worried about Bex, you’ll check on her before you leave?”